OBIT NOVEMBER 5TH, 1881

O friend! There is no way

To bid farewell to thee!

The words that we would say

Above thy grave to-day

Still falter and delay

And fail us utterly.

When walking with us here,

The hand we loved to press

Was gentle, and sincere

As thy frank eyes were clear

Through every smile and tear

Of pleasure and distress.

In years, young; yet in thought

Mature; thy spirit, free,

And fired with fervor caught

Of thy proud sire, who fought

His way to fame, and taught

Its toilsome way to thee.

So even thou hast gained

The victory God-given —

Yea, as our cheeks are stained

With tears, and our souls pained

And mute, thou hast attained

Thy high reward in Heaven!