Time speeds on, two years have passed Since death its gloom, its shadows cast within our home, where all seemed bright, And took from us a shining light, We miss that light, and ever will, His vacant place there's none to fill. Down here we mourn, but not in vain, For up in Heaven we will meet again. Gone is the face we loved so dear, Silent is the voice we loved to hear, Too far away for sight or speech, But not too far for thought to reach, Sweet to remember him who once was here, And who, though absent, is just as dear.