THE PASSING OF A FRIEND

THE PASSING OF A FRIEND

I looked into his silent face,

The light was gone.

The kindly smile no longer there

That I had known;

His eyes were closed, he could not see

Me standing there,

Nor know that in my saddened heart

I breathed a prayer.

"Almighty God, restore the sight

To tired eyes.

Reach out and clasp his lifeless hand

And bid him rise.

Take to Thyself that precious soul

From whence it came,

And fan that faltering spark to glow

With deathless flame."

Written by Howard B. Austin following the death

of his close friend, Nile Marriott.

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