Death of a brother.

DEATH has been here and borne away A brother from our side; Just in the morning of his day, As young as we he died.

Not long ago he filled his place, And sat with us to learn; But he has run his mortal race, And never can return.

Perhaps our time may be as short, Our days may fly as fast; O Lord, impress the solemn thought, That this may be our last.

All needful strength is thine to give, To thee our souls apply; For grace to teach us how to live, And make us fit to die.