Friends Separated For a Season

Friend after friend departs:

Who hath not lost a friend?

There is no union here of hearts,

That finds not here an end:

Were this frail world our only rest,

Living or dying, none were blest.

Beyond the flight of time,

Beyond the reign of death,

There surely is some blessèd clime,

Where life is not a breath,

Nor life's affections, transient fire,

Whose sparks fly upward to expire.

There is a world above,

Where parting is unknown;

A whole eternity of love

Formed for the good alone;

And faith beholds the dying here

Translated to that glorious sphere.

Thus star by star declines,

Till all are passed away;

As morning high and higher shines

To pure and perfect day;

Nor sink those stars in empty night,

But hide themselves in heaven's own light.

Amen.