But his soul has gone to God.
Gentle Clarie, Youthful Clarie!
Mourn’d of all the National Greys.
Muffled is the rolling drum,
Hush’d the busy children’s hum,
Agonized a father’s brow,—
All in deep submission bow.
Spirit Clarie, Blessed Clarie!
Gather’d with the angels now.
Sadden’d is the humble home,