It singeth low in every heart, We hear it each and all, -- A song of those who answer not, However we may call; They throng the silence of the breast, We see them as of yore, -- The kind, the brave, the true, the sweet, Who walk with us no more. 'Tis hard to take the burden up, When these have laid it down; They brightened all the joy of life, They softened every frown; But oh, 'tis good to think of them, When we are troubled sore! Thanks be to God that such have been, Although they are no more! More home-like seems the vast unknown, Since they have entered there; To follow them were not so hard, Wherever they may fare; They cannot be where God is not, On any sea or shore; Whate'er betides, Thy love abides, Our God, for evermore. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WAR IS KIND: 23 by STEPHEN CRANE THE STREET LAMP by WILLIAM ROSE BENET THE MOON OF RAMADAN by MATHILDE BLIND THE SHRINE by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE FIVE LITTLE WANDERINGS: 1. BABYHOOD by BERTON BRALEY TO MY FRIEND D'AVENANT, UPON HIS EXCELLENT PLAY, 'THE JUST ITALIAN' by THOMAS CAREW THE COLLIER'S WEDDING, SELECTION by EDWARD CHICKEN |