It singeth low in every heart, We hear it each and all, -- A song of those who answer not, However we may call; They throng the silence of the breast, We see them as of yore, -- The kind, the brave, the true, the sweet, Who walk with us no more. 'Tis hard to take the burden up, When these have laid it down; They brightened all the joy of life, They softened every frown; But oh, 'tis good to think of them, When we are troubled sore! Thanks be to God that such have been, Although they are no more! More home-like seems the vast unknown, Since they have entered there; To follow them were not so hard, Wherever they may fare; They cannot be where God is not, On any sea or shore; Whate'er betides, Thy love abides, Our God, for evermore. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IMMORTALITY by GEORGE WILLIAM RUSSELL A NEW BIRTH by EDMUND JOHN ARMSTRONG THE FINAL WAR by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE THE DISCARD by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON LAST WORDS ON GREECE by GEORGE GORDON BYRON A BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 33 by THOMAS CAMPION A BIRTHDAY WISH by MARY LYDIA CARPENTER |