text:  How fearful first the shock of death! to think that even one Whose step we knew whose voice we heard should see no more the sun; That though a thousand years were ours that form should never more Revisit with its welcome smiles earth's once-deserted shore! Look round the dwellings of the street--and tell where now are they Whose tongues made glad each separate hearth in childhood's early day; Now strangers or another generation there abide And the churchyard owns their lowly graves green-mouldering side by side! Spring! Summer! Autumn! Winter! then how vividly each came! The moonlight pure the starlight soft and the noontide sheath'd in flame; The dewy morning with her birds and evening's gorgeous dyes As if the mantles of the blest were floating through the skies