Classic Poem

Wreathe the mourning badge around —
Once again that funeral sound!
From his friends and from his home,
Bear him, Brothers, to the tomb!

While they journey weeping, slow,
Silent, thoughtful let us go;
Silent — life to him is sealed;
Thoughtful — death's to him revealed.

How his life-path has been trod,
Brothers, we will leave to God;
Friendship's mantle, trusting faith,
Lends a fragrance, even to death.

Here, amidst the things that sleep,
Lay him down — his rest is deep;
Death has triumphed — loving hands
Cannot raise him from his bands.

But the Emblems that we shower
Tell us there's a mightier Power;
O'er the strength of death and hell,
J UDAH'S Lion SHALL PREVAIL !

Dust to dust , the dark decree —
Soul to God , the soul is free!
Leave him with the lowly lain —
Brother, we shall meet again!