3 “No more, on earth no more,
Shall those dear lips be heard;
Cold silence there hath fixed its seal,
Breathed is their latest word.”
4 ’Tis so fond Nature mourns
Affection’s broken ties;
But Faith stands forth, she points on high,
Serenely she replies:—
5 “No more, in heaven no more,
That eye is dim with tears;