NO dirge or solemn bell We toll for thee, oh Voice, Stilled by the sudden knell That ends all mortal choice; Thy tuneful spirit free of earth Must ever more rejoice. Like gull or petrel free That soars o'er billows, brave, Thy soul shall spring in glee Above the narrow grave; Thy hymns shall live while Zion lives, While Israel's banners wave. As perched on mountain crags The eagle finds a nest, Free from earth's binding rags Wandering Soul take rest, Till the full message of thy song Thy brothers here attest. Singers like thee on earth Tuning the immortal lyre, Old Nations give re-birth, Hopes shattered, new desire; Beacons that prove for doubting sons Jehovah's living fire. |