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.

We weep not for thee, We remember that He Who made little children his care In his own fatherland 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.