Classic Poem

Where is our brother? I have come
From wandering far and long,
And oh! I miss one well-known face,
Gone from our little throng.

Where is our brother? Where is he,
Ye late saw smiling here,
I look in vain his face to see
To catch his tones so clear.

Where is my brother? Can it be,
That we shall never more
Behold his form upon the earth,
As oft, so oft, before.

Ah! till we meet before the bar
At Time's last, awful day,
We shall not see his face again,
Although we mourn alway.

In youth cut down, he lies so still,
That all the strength of grief,
Cannot restore his form to us,
One moment though so brief.

Through Life's long day, we'll think on him,
And mourn his early flight,
And Earth, to us, hath lost a star,
Gone down in endless night.

To us, gone down in endless night,--
Beyond the sun afar,
He beams beside his Savior-God,
A bright immortal star.