And grief may bide an evening guest,
But joy shall come with early light.
4 And thou who o’er thy friend’s low bier
Dost shed the bitter drops like rain,
Hope that a brighter, happier sphere
Will give him to thy arms again.
5 Nor let the good man’s trust depart,
Though life its common gifts deny;
Though with a pierced and broken heart,
And spurned of men, he goes to die.