In Memoriam[5]

How can we part, oh, dearest son, Our treasure ever blest? With tears of grief we lay thee down In earth’s cold couch to rest.

Though we may travel this broad earth And search it far and wide, Thy presence here beside the hearth Can never be supplied.

Dearest friends on earth must sever, We only sojourn here; Then let us live to live forever And meet grim death with cheer!

Farewell, farewell, dear child at rest, Thy troubles are all o’er, God grant thee peace among the blest, Beyond cold Jordan’s shore.

Footnote 5:

In memory of Edgar S. Class, son of John and Elizabeth Class.

THE ABBEY PRINTSHOP, EAST ORANGE, N. J.

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1. Silently corrected obvious typographical errors and variations in spelling. 2. Retained archaic, non-standard, and uncertain spellings as printed. 3. Re-indexed footnotes using numbers and collected together at the end of each poem.