IN MEMORIAM.
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IN MEMORIAM.
Oblit 1854.
EAVEN rest thee!We shall go about to-day
In our festal garlands gay;
Whatsoever robes we wear
Not a trace of black be there.
Well, what matters? none is seen
On thy daisy covering green,
Or thy pure white pillow, hid
Underneath a coffin lid.
Heaven rest thee!
Heaven take thee!—
Ay, heaven only. Sleeps beneath
One who died a virgin death:
Died so slowly, day by day,
That it scarcely seemed decay,
Till this lonely churchyard kind
Opened,—and we left behind
Nothing but a little dust;—
Heaven is pitiful and just:
Heaven take thee!
Ay, heaven only. Sleeps beneath
One who died a virgin death:
Died so slowly, day by day,
That it scarcely seemed decay,
Till this lonely churchyard kind
Opened,—and we left behind
Nothing but a little dust;—
Heaven is pitiful and just:
Heaven take thee!
