I. br br WEEP not for him that dieth-- br For he sleeps, and is at rest; br And the couch whereon he lieth br Is the green earth's quiet breast: br But weep for him who pineth br On a far land's hateful shore, br Who wearily declineth br Where ye see his face no more! br II. br br Weep not for him that dieth, br For friends are round his bed, br And many a young lip sigheth br When they name the early dead; br But weep for him that liveth br Where none will know or care, br When the groan his faint heart giveth br Is the last sigh of despair. br III. br br Weep not for him that dieth, br For his struggling soul is free, br And the world from which it flieth br Is a world of misery; br But weep for him that weareth br The captive's galling chain: br To the agony he beareth, br Death were but little pain. br IV.