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.