Dead! and he has died so young. Silent lips, with song unsung, Still hands, with the field untilled, Lofty purpose unfulfilled. Was that life so incomplete? Strong heart, that no more shall beat, Ardent brain and glorious eye, That seemed meant for tasks so high, But now moulder back to earth, Were you all then nothing worth? Could the death-dew and the dark Quench that soul’s unflickering spark? Are its aims, so high and just, All entombed here in the dust? O, we trust God shall unfold More than earthly eyes behold, And that they whose years were fleet Find life’s promises complete, Where, in lands no gaze hath met, Those we grieve for love us yet! |