How can we part, oh, dearest son,
Our treasure ever blest?
With tears of grief we lay thee down
In earth’s cold couch to rest.
Though we may travel this broad earth
And search it far and wide,
Thy presence here beside the hearth
Can never be supplied.
Dearest friends on earth must sever,
We only sojourn here;
Then let us live to live forever
And meet grim death with cheer!
Farewell, farewell, dear child at rest,
Thy troubles are all o’er,
God grant thee peace among the blest,
Beyond cold Jordan’s shore.
Footnote 5:
In memory of Edgar S. Class, son of John and Elizabeth Class.