Classic Poem

Better the day of death,
Life's evening nigh,
Better the parting breath,
When good men die.
Closed all the cares of life, —
Calm after toil and strife, —
O, in that peaceful hour
When good men die!

Sweet flow tond memories,
Life's evening nigh,
All bear a holy peace
When good men die.
Gently the fetters fall,
Softly the angel-call,
O, in that happy hour,
When good men die!

Sigh not by such a bed,
Life's evening nigh,
Let not a tear be shed
When good men die.
Better than day of birth,
Parting with sin and earth,
O, in that joyful hour,
When good men die!

Christ is the unerring hope,
Life's evening nigh,
He buoys the spirit up
When good men die.
He broke the darksome tomb,
He lights the dreaded gloom,
O, in that blissful hour,
When good men die!