Poems (Follen)/On the Death of a Young Companion
ON THE DEATH OF A YOUNG COMPANION.
Farewell for a time!
Thou hast gone to that clime
Where sickness and sorrow are o'er.
We loved thee when here,
We shed the sad tear,
To think we shall see thee no more.
Thou hast gone to that clime
Where sickness and sorrow are o'er.
We loved thee when here,
We shed the sad tear,
To think we shall see thee no more.
We weep not for thee,
We remember that he
Who made little children his care,
In his own Father-land
Will reach you his hand,
And comfort and welcome you there.
We remember that he
Who made little children his care,
In his own Father-land
Will reach you his hand,
And comfort and welcome you there.
Our tears they will flow;
But do we not know
That thou art released from all pain?
Then weep not; for he
Who walked on the sea,
Has said we shall all live again.
But do we not know
That thou art released from all pain?
Then weep not; for he
Who walked on the sea,
Has said we shall all live again.