I die but when the grave shall press
The heart so long endeared to thee
When earthly cares no more distress
And earthly joys are nought to me

Weep not, but think that I have past
Before thee o’er a sea of gloom
Have anchored safe and rest at last
Where tears and mourning cannot come

‘Tis I should weep to leave thee here
On the dark Ocean sailing drear
With storms around and fears before
And no kind light to point the shore

But long or short though life may be
‘Tis nothing to eternity
We part below to meet on high
Where blissful ages never die

A friend sent me this, knowing that I’m having a difficult time grieving the passing of another closed friend. It is beautiful, and the last stanza is nothing short from the truth: We part below to meet on high.

We will see you again my brother.