Classic Poem

The rose that withered here will bloom again,
The voice, now hushed, resume the broken strain,
The song, now still'd, peal forth a note of bliss,
By angels heard, in happier world than this,
The tender smile relume the gentle face,
The mortal love survive in heavenly grace,
The noble mind renew its magic spell,
The tender heart beat on, and all be well!
So whispers patient Faith, and, far away,
Through Death's drear darkness breaks Life's golden day.