Classic Poem

They do not--nay, they cannot die;
They go to dwell in Heaven;
Where God a free and full supply
Of purest joys hath given.

They do not--nay, they cannot die:
Because we see them not
Do objects cease--oh! brothers! why
This lesson now forgot?

They die not--nay, they cannot die:
In joy's serene, calm air,
Their cheek yet wears its roseate dye
Their smiles are yet as fair.

Their tones yet breathe as sweet a strain,
Their hearts are still as true,
And still their wonted love retain,
My friend, for me and you.

Oh no! they do not, cannot die,
They live far up in Heaven,
Beyond where flame yon portals high,
At still and silent even.

They dwell--they dwell eternally,
Where roll no winds--no storm,
And, if we seek them, we shall see,
Each bright and happy form.