A FRIEND has passed <br />Across the bay, <br />So wide and vast, <br />And put away <br />The mortal form <br />That held his breath; <br />But through the storm <br />That men call death, <br />Erect and straight, <br />Unstained by years, <br />At Heaven's gate <br />A man appears.<br /><br />Edgar Albert Guest<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/george-moir-black/
