Gentle as the summer breeze,
Pleasant as the air of evening,
When it floats among the trees.
2 Peaceful be thy silent slumber—
Peaceful in the grave so low:
Thou no more wilt join our number;
Thou no more our songs shalt know.
3 Dearest sister, thou hast left us;
Here thy loss we deeply feel;
But ’tis God that hath bereft us: