Elegy III

It’s not for me to say, ‘too soon’,

Your time on earth was just a loan

From the hand that brought you home,

Just as each dawn He hides the moon,

That does not crumble into dust

But rises every evening time

As surely as the sun will climb,

And He has guided you, I trust.

Though I’m not happy you are gone

I’m happy you are not alone,

And have, in heaven, found your home,

On pastures where you do belong.