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A GERMAN STUDENT’S FUNERAL HYMN.
“Thou shalt call, and I will answer Thee: Thou wilt have a desire to
the work of Thine hands.”
- WITH steady march across the daisy meadow,
- And by the churchyard wall we go;
- But leave behind, beneath the linden shadow,
- One, who no more will rise and go:
- Farewell, our brother, here sleeping in dust,
- Till thou shalt wake again, wake with the just.
- Along the street where neighbor nods to neighbor,
- Along the busy street we throng,
- Once more to laugh, to live and love and labor,—
- But he will be remembered long:
- Sleep well, our brother, though sleeping in dust:
- Shalt thou not rise again—rise with the just?
- Farewell, true heart and kindly hand, left lying
- Where wave the linden branches calm;
- ’T is his to live, and ours to wait for dying,
- We win, while he has won, the palm;
- Farewell, our brother! But one day, we trust,
- Call—he will answer Thee, God of the just.
