Shades of Mount Auburn! you are dearer still,
More reverently I tread your flowery ways,
Since he is resting there, — in whom no guile
Was found, who needeth not my praise.
Our God hath taken him; his crown is won:
And yet 'twas hard to say, " Thy will be done! "

Nobly he toiled to aid his fellow-man;
His brave heart to the right was ever true;
Faithful to Christ throughout his life's brief span,
He did a life's work, though his years were few.
He bore the Temperance banner far and high;
His name among Truth's heroes will not die.

Swift was the stroke to those who mourn his loss,
And dark indeed the cloud around his home:
In God's strength only can they bear this cross,
Till Death, the angel, shall to them say " Come!'
Then in the land where all God's children meet,
His smile again their longing eyes shall greet.

Oh, what a rapturous greeting on that shore
Awaited him whose treasured ones were there!
So many who had crossed the sea before,
And in whose presence he a heaven could share.
We can but mourn our loss: to him 'twas gain
To reach that harbor from the voyage of pain.

God make us faithful, e'en as he was true;
And, in the Christ-like pathway that he trod,
Help us to walk, till to our raptured view
Shall rise the glory of his new abode, —
Till by the banks of Life's fair stream we stand,
And greet each other in the better land.