Mourned high and low for friends the nearest
Soon carried to their resting place.
A time of gloom, and doubt, and terror,
A time of sorrow and dismay;
The breath of death upon life's mirror
All ghastly and infectious lay.
A time of judgment, when God's dealings
Make the most careless cry to Him,—
A time to try the human feelings,—
When even Hope grows faint and dim.