His smiling way and pleasant face
Are a pleasure to recall,
He had a kindly word for each
And died beloved by all.
Some day we hope to meet him,
Some day, we know not when,
To clasp his hand in the better land,
Never to part again.
What would I give to clasp his hand,
His happy face to see,
To hear his voice and see his smile,
That meant so much to me