When one by one our ties are torn, and friend from friend is snatched >>
Though it be in the power of the weakest arm to take away life, it is >>
All that live must die, passing through nature to eternity. >>
Most of us die with much of our beautiful music still in us, un-sung, >>
When one by one our ties are torn, and friend from friend is snatched forlorn; When man is left alone to mourn, oh! then how sweet it is to die!