In the loved
land of the blessed,
Pain fled as
he tread heaven's shore;
It left him
at peace and at rest.
We think of
him in silence,
His name we
often recall
There is
nothing left to answer
Just his
picture hung on the wall.
The blow was
great, the shock severe,
We little
thought the end was near,
And only
those who have lost can tell
The pain of
parting without farewell.
More each day
we miss you father
Friends may
think the wound is healed,
But they
little know the sorrow
That lies
within our heart concealed.
Some day we
hope to meet you,
Some day we
know not when,
To clasp your
hand in the better land,
Never to part
again.
