Classic Poem

There's a change will surely meet us
Very soon;
Though our dearest friends may greet us,
And bewail us and entreat us,
Yet death's onset will defeat us
Very soon, very soon.

Then these emblems, old and hoary,
Very soon,
Will unfold their mystic story,
Making plain the allegory,
Blazing with a blaze of glory,
Very soon, very soon,

Oh, the heartaches that will leave us
Very soon;
Oh, the partings that bereave us,
And the traitors that deceive us;
They will lose their power to grieve us
Very soon, very soon.

Soon the bedside of the dying,
Very soon;
Soon the weeping and the sighing,
Soon th' Acacia, death defying,
And the clods above us lying,
Very soon, very soon.

But in bright lands o'er the river,
Very soon,
Midst the treasures of the Giver ,
Who from sorrow will deliver,
We shall make our Lodge forever,
Very soon, very soon.