Classic Poem

Dear father, thou hast left us here,
In this world of sorrow, pain and crime,
For thee w eshed the orphan's tear,
And God alone our wounds can bind.

Our love for thee can never die,
Thy memory we will e'er adore,
O, sainted one, watch from on high,
Till time shall cease and be no more.

Watch for the five thou hast left behind,
'Til death shall bring us all to thee,
Some day, I do not know the time,
We, too, must cross the mystic sea.

Somewhere beyond " the vale of tears, "
I do not know just where 'twill be,
But where God lives through endless years.
With the I'll spend eternity.

Sleep on, O, sainted one, sleep on,
We know thou art sleeping with the blest,
For thy labors thou hast won a crown,
So sleep, dear father, take thy rest.