Classic Poem

He passed away with morning light,
Released from every pain;
For him, the weary hours of night
No longer could remain.

O holy Light! that blessed his eyes,
Before they closed in peace;
Symbol of that, which doth arise,
When earthly sorrows cease.

The sun arose; with faith possest,
He felt his Father near;
And sunk in peaceful, childlike rest,
Without a doubt, or fear.

In that last hour, with parting breath,
His sorrowing friends he cheered;
And, as in life, so in his death,
He was to all endeared.

Still, with the eye of faith, I see
His form to us so dear;
Though dimmed my earthly sight may be,
With many a falling tear.