Fare thee well! we part, my brother!
Fare thee well! we part in pain;
But the light shines through our sorrow,—
Brother, we shall meet again!
Where the wicked cease from troubling,
Where the weary are at rest,
Where his head the loved disciple
Leans upon the Master's breast,
Where the meeting has no parting
That can break the heart of love,
Where no shadows cross the threshold,
In our Father's house above.

Where the daylight lasts forever,
And no cloud can intervene,—
Cloud of doubt, nor night of darkness,
God and happy souls between;
Where forever blooms the Spring-time,
Where the flowers no Winter dread,
And throughout the eternal garden
None is drooping, none is dead;
Where the heart by sin sore wounded
Finds the balm for all its woe;
Where the tears of godly sorrow
Changed to gems of glory, glow
On the crown of the Redeemer,—
Glow the trophies of His grace,—
Tears of penitence that trickled
Once upon a human face:
Where the loved and lost, long scattered,
Gather, never more to roam,
We shall meet again, my brother,
We shall meet again at Home!

Oh, the glory of the mansion!
Oh, the rapture of the song
Of the always holy angels,
And the holy human throng!
Where no sickness, pain, nor sadness,
Where no sigh, nor tear, nor groan,
Nor a solitary trouble,
Nor a sin is ever known;
Where the mortal seed we bury—
Sow in tears beneath the ground—
Shall with beauty bloom immortal,
With the life-eternal crowned:
Where the family unnumbered
Of the holy and the blest
Have no grave to damp their pleasures,
Have no toil to mar their rest;
Mid the grandeur and the glory,
Mid the echoing songs of love,
We shall meet again, my brother,
In our Father's House above!