A friend has passed away
He has crossed the bourne
In the early hours of to-day
From whence there's no return.

His soul has winged its flight
To a bright realm of bliss,
Where the after life is bright
And eternal happiness.The sad news "he is dead"
Like lightenings flash did roll
Many a silent prayer was said
For the happy repose of his soul.A neighbour good and kind
Most faithful and sincere,
His memory will be kept in mind
His good deeds treasured here.I'll miss his friendly clasp of hand
The next time that I call;
His genial smile, his welcome grand
On our meeting in the Hall.