Classic Poem

Bear him home, his bed is made
In the stillness, in the shade;
Day has parted, night has come,
Bear the Brother to his home, —
Bear him home.

Bear him home, no more to roam,
Bear the tired Pilgrim home;
Forward! all his toils are o'er —
Home, where journeying is no more, —
Bear him home.

Lay him down, his bed is here;
See, the dead are resting near!
Brothers, they their Brothers own,
Lay the wanderer gently down, —
Lay him down.

Lay him down; let nature spread
Starry curtains o'er the dead;
Lay him down; let angels' eyes
View him kindly from the skies, —
Lay him down.

Ah, not yet for us the bed
Where the faithful Pilgrim's laid!
Pilgrims, weep, again to go
Through life's weariness and woe, —
Ah, not yet!

Soon 'twill come, if faithful here,
Soon the end of all our care;
Strangers here, we seek a Home ,
F RIENDS and Saviour in the tomb, —
Soon 'twill come .

Let us go, and on our way
Faithful journey, faithful pray;
Through the sunshine, through the snow,
Boldly, Brother Pilgrims, go, —
Let us go .