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Rest thee in peace! thou tried and trusted friend!
Shall we in hopeless grief around thee bend?
Oft have thy smiles the sorrowing heart made glad,
Thy presence cheered the doubting and the sad.
In many a heart thy monument is reared,
Whose silent thoughts record thy name revered.
Each princely deed, though done in secrecy,
Shall rise to Heaven and thy memorial be.
Thy soul shall enter its immortal rest,—
Home of the weary, guerdon of the blest.
Shall we in hopeless grief around thee bend?
Oft have thy smiles the sorrowing heart made glad,
Thy presence cheered the doubting and the sad.
In many a heart thy monument is reared,
Whose silent thoughts record thy name revered.
Each princely deed, though done in secrecy,
Shall rise to Heaven and thy memorial be.
Thy soul shall enter its immortal rest,—
Home of the weary, guerdon of the blest.
LAZARUS.
He sleeps.
Is there no voice to rouse the silent dust,
And bid the springs of life flow gently on?
Will not a sister's pleading break that rest?
No, for the stern, relentless hand of death
Has stamped his impress on the placid brow.
The heart is cold whose warm affection blessed
The helpless ones who lived in him alone,
To whom he was their all.
Is there no voice to rouse the silent dust,
And bid the springs of life flow gently on?
Will not a sister's pleading break that rest?
No, for the stern, relentless hand of death
Has stamped his impress on the placid brow.
The heart is cold whose warm affection blessed
The helpless ones who lived in him alone,
To whom he was their all.
But there is One
Whose glance is mercy, and whose voice is might;
Yea, who can render to the mourner back
The tender object that has shared his love.
Whose glance is mercy, and whose voice is might;
Yea, who can render to the mourner back
The tender object that has shared his love.
