A Death of a First-Born 14 January 1892

One young life lost, two happy young lives blighted,
With earthward eyes we see:
With eyes uplifted, keener, farther-sighted,
We look, O Lord, to Thee.

Grief hears a funeral knell: Hope hears the ringing
Of birthday bells on high;
Faith, Hope, and Love, make answer with soft singing,
Half carol and half cry.

Stoop to console us, Christ, sole consolation,
While dust returns to dust:
Until that blessed day when all Thy nation
Shall rise up of the Just.