IN MEMORIAM.
To him was thus the mandate spoken—
Now let the golden bowl be broken—
His guardian angel heard unawed,
And smiling, loosed the silver cord.
Now let the golden bowl be broken—
His guardian angel heard unawed,
And smiling, loosed the silver cord.
He passed, as sinks the o'erwearied sun,
When summer's sultry day is done;
Then bear him gently to his rest,
The bright flowers blooming on his breast.
When summer's sultry day is done;
Then bear him gently to his rest,
The bright flowers blooming on his breast.
Toll, sadly toll—O funeral bell,
For one the true heart loved so well;
Let Hope's bow span the hallowed sod,
O'er him, who sleeping, rests in God.
For one the true heart loved so well;
Let Hope's bow span the hallowed sod,
O'er him, who sleeping, rests in God.
