Thou, my friend, in dust art sleeping,
Closed thine eyes to all below;
Round thy grave kind friends are weeping,
Ling’ring, loath to let thee go.
Husband fond and children dear,
Crushed and stricken by the blow,
Banish ev’ry anxious fear,
While we lay the lov’d one low.
For the angel’s trump shall sound,
And the bands of death will break;
Then the pris’ner in this mound
Shall to endless life awake.
Then the spirit which is gone
Will return and claim this dust,
And this “mortal will put on
Immortality,” we trust.
When that glorious day shall dawn,
And the bridegroom shall descend
With a gorgeous angel throng,
The glad nuptials to attend,
Oh, the rapture of that meeting!
We of earth can never know
Till we mingle in the greeting,
Of our lov’d, lost long ago.
Let me like the righteous die,
Let my last end be like his;
When I close, on earth, my eye,
Let me wake in realms of bliss.
(David John Scott)
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