And she had lost him!--Marvel not That lady's eyes with tears were wet! Though love by man is soon forgot, It never yet was woman's lot To love and to forget. We Were Boys Together. (Music by Russell.) We were boys together, And never can forget The school-house near the heather, In childhood where we met; The humble home to memory dear, Its sorrows and its joys; Where woke the transient smile or tear, When you and I were boys. We were youths together, And castles built in air, Your heart was like a feather, And mine weighed down with care; To you came wealth with manhood's prime, To me it brought alloys-- Foreshadowed in the primrose time. When you and I were boys. We're old men together-- The friends we loved of yore, With leaves of autumn weather, Are gone for evermore. How blest to age the impulse given, The hope time ne'er destroys-- Which led our thoughts from earth to heaven, When you and I were boys! Oh, Boatman, Haste! (Music by Balfe.) Twilight. Oh, boatman, haste!--The twilight hour Is closing gently o'er the lea! The sun, whose setting shuts the flower. Has looked his last upon the sea! Row, then, boatman, row! Row, then, boatman, row! Row!--aha!--we've moon and star! And our skiff with the stream is flowing. Heigh-ho!--ah!--heigh-ho!-- Echo responds to my sad heigh-ho! Midnight. Oh, boatman, haste!--The sentry calls The midnight hour on yonder shore, And silvery sweet the echo falls As music dripping from the oar! Row, then, boatman, row! Row, then, boatman, row! Row!--afar fade moon and star! While our skiff with the stream is flowing! Heigh-ho!--ah!--heigh-ho!-- Echo responds to my sad heigh-ho. Dawn. Oh, boatman haste!--The morning beam Glides through the fleecy clouds above: So breaks on life's dark, murm'ring stream, The rosy dawn of woman's love! Row, then, boatman, row! Row, then, boatman, row! Row!--'Tis day!--away--away! To land with the stream we are flowing! Heigh-ho!--dear one--ho! Beauty responds to my glad heigh-ho! Funeral Hymn. "Man dieth and wasteth away, And where is he?"--Hark! from the skies I hear a voice answer and say, "The spirit of man never dies: His body, which came from the earth, Must mingle again with the sod; But his soul, which in heaven had birth, Returns to the bosom of God." No terror has death, or the grave, To those who believe in the Lord-- We know the Redeemer can save, And lean on the faith of his word; While ashes to ashes, and dust We give unto dust, in our gloom, The light of salvation, we trust, Is hung like a lamp in the tomb. The sky will be burnt as a scroll-- The earth, wrapped in flames, will expire; But, freed from all shackles, the soul Will rise in the midst of the fire. Then, brothers, mourn not for the dead, Who rest from their labors, forgiven; Learn this from your Bible instead, The grave is the gateway to heaven.