Here the pain, and gloom and sorrow,
Here the household lone and sad; There the ever-bright to-morrow,
There the youthful spirit glad. Here the parents vigil keeping
O'er the beauteous head laid low; There the eyes which know no weeping
Shall with rapture ever glow.

Bright as were the sunny tresses
Curling o'er the fair, young brow, Richer far the crown that presses
Round his seraph forehead now. Clear and chaste as crystal seemeth,
Worthless is it 'side the gem; So, howe'er earth's beauty gleameth,
Pales its 'fore Heaven's diadem.

Now, his gracious word believing,
Who on earth with woe did weep, Mingle trustful joy with grieving
O'er the loved, who rests in sleep. For, where groups of children gather,
He hath joined the choir of praise Which, around our Heavenly Father,
Chants the hymn of deathless days.