A good man never dies —
In worthy deed and prayer
And helpful hands, and honest eyes,
If smiles or tears be there:
Who lives for you and me —
Lives for the world he tries
To help — he lives eternally.
A good man never dies.
Who lives to bravely take
His share of toil and stress,
And, for his weaker fellows’ sake,
Makes every burden less,—
He may, at last, seem worn —
Lie fallen — hands and eyes
Folded — yet, though we mourn and mourn,
A good man never dies.