English poem
Elegies, Elegy II
by John Glas (1809–1894)
Wrapt in the shades of death! no more That friendly face I see; Empty, ah! empty every place, Once so well fill'd by thee.
2 What made thy comely presence dear, My heart with sorrow swells; Yet what endear'd thee most entire, With us forever dwells.
3 The truth divine did live in thee; That truth shall never die; What breath'd sweet odour from thy lips, Embalms thy memory.
4 He dwells in God who dwells in love, Yet echoes round thy grave;— Blest they, who thee, eternal God! Their habitation have.
5 Here's room for us; we'll mourn in hope, Lament with thankful voice; Lo! quickly comes the Lord, to give His church unfading joys.