 
As brothers here we've shared the smiles, The tears of boyhood's hour, And felt the sweet companionship Of manhood's love and power. But now the tie is snapped. He's fled Beyond the mortal sight. The grave with all its mystery Asserts Death's power to blight. Alas! Death seems the cruel thing In this bright world of ours. The bravest soul shrinks from its hold Though loving faith empowers. But, hark! Is 't not his voice I hear, With comfort as of yore? "Dear brother, Death is but more Life, The grave is heaven's door." |
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