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He stretched out one hand and placed it upon the head of his son , who came hurriedly to his bedside , crying out , in piteous accents , `` O , father , father , '' and stood sobbing beside him . This was his only recognition of any one . But the struggle was soon over , and the spirit had burst the barriers that held it to its clay tenement and passed away to a brighter world . His sun set at noon ; but his memory has left a sweet fragrance behind it , grateful to the surviving friends , who are called upon to follow his pious example . He was borne to the Cemetery , and buried in a spot , which he had selected a few weeks before , in company with his aged mother , by a long train of weeping friends , for he had been very dear to us , and nature would have her tribute , and it filled our hearts with sadness , when we realized that we should see that loved form on earth no more . Yet we rejoiced that he had died in the glorious hope of a blessed immortality , and that we could say , in the impressive language of the text that was chosen for his funeral sermon , `` Our friend Lazarus sleepeth . '' Sweet be thy sleep , dear brother , during the night of death ; but the morning will come -- the glorious morning of the resurrection -- and unlock the portals of the tomb , and the dead shall come forth , the righteous clothed in eternal youth , shall never die , the wicked sinking into the second death that has no end .