Classic Poem

Immortal pow'rs who rule above,
 A soul sublime receive
To realms of endless peace and love,
 While we survive to grieve.

His sacred shade, ye angels, guide
 To everlasting rest,
While kindred gods with joy and pride
 All hail their welcome guest.

Oh! he was nature's wonder,
 All goodness, mildness, truth;
Torn are our hearts asunder
 To lose so sweet a youth.

Heav'n has his worth rewarded
 With all its blissful store;
Earth has his fame recorded
 Till time shall be no more.