Domine, si fuisses hic, frater meus non fuisset mortuus …
Pie Jesu Domine, dona ei
The day we met, a friend’s guitar you played,
Intent on winning
esteem; Exuberant, you, but I was plain and staid; To me, you were a handsome dream. I could but marvel what it was that made You seek the likes of humble me
But oh, you did! With charm, you slyly bade Me take the gift you gave for free. Your gracious gift was laughter, and your smiles, The special friendship that we shared, Our times alone, your ever-present wiles, And even the lonely heart you bared. Oh, life was very happy
just for me: I never could have
of such. My only likely fault (if fault it be) Was that I
, too much. ___________________________ The morning that you died, my much-loved boy, I scarce could take the sad news in; My Day grew dark, my life devoid of joy;
Soul, too, had died within.
“How can a young man in his strength and prime,”
With rage I cried aloud to God,
“Be riven, and laid to waste, before his time?
Not him, not
Yet all these years have passed, and
I go, Resigned, with heavy heart, and pause In deep reflection at your grave, for
No grief, though great,
annuls God’s laws.
Pitiless and inexorable, His decree, From now until eternity; Not for the likes of you, or humble me, Were joys like
meant to be