Classic Poem

They've covered his face, & he's lost to us
Shine star in Heaven!
New things & old will blossom & be
But that dear face we shall not see!

Pure was his look — he's lost to us:
Shine star in Heaven!
His suffering heart he clad in smiles:
The noblest youth of our English Isles.

He strove for the poor & the Suffering
Shine star in Heaven!
Wedded was he to Courage & Truth.
The Poor & the Suffering yearn'd to the Youth.

Sad was his end: mysterious:
Shine star in Heaven!
Forth he strode in the morning aglow:
Ere midday our friend was low.

Our dear friend — he's lost to us:
Shine star in Heaven!
Those that loved him like him grew:
Better even than they knew!

In life & in death we honoured him;
Shine star in Heaven!
Forty young men stood round his bier,
In every eye there was a tear!