When the good man yields his breath (For the good man never dies).

When the good man yields his breath (For the good man never dies).

There is a flower, a little flower With silver crest and golden eye, That welcomes every changing hour, And weathers every sky.

There is a world above, Where parting is unknown; A whole eternity of love, Form'd for the good alone; And faith beholds the dying here Translated to that happier sphere.

Beyond this vale of tears there is a life above. unmeasured by the flight of years; and all that life is love.

Gashed with honourable scars,Low in Glory's lap they lie;Though they fell, they fell like stars,Streaming splendour through the sky.

Two roses on one slender spray In sweet communion grew, Together hailed the morning ray And drank the evening dew.