WITH steady march across the daisy meadow, <br />And by the churchyard wall we go; <br />But leave behind, beneath the linden shadow, <br />One, who no more will rise and go: <br />Farewell, our brother, here sleeping in dust, <br />Till thou shalt wake again, wake with the just. <br /> <br />Along the street where neighbor nods to neighbor, <br />Along the busy street we throng, <br />Once more to laugh, to live and love and labor,-- <br />But he will be remembered long: <br />Sleep well, our brother, though sleeping in dust: <br />Shalt thou not rise again--rise with the just? <br /> <br />Farewell, true heart and kindly hand, left lying <br />Where wave the linden branches calm; <br />'T is his to live, and ours to wait for dying, <br />We win, while he has won, the palm; <br />Farewell, our brother! But one day, we trust, <br />Call--he will answer Thee, God of the just.<br /><br />Dinah Maria Mulock Craik<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-german-student-s-funeral-hymn/
