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The music of its chords to mortal tongue,
Fell on the listening ear, and charmed the soul.
We hear no more its meek yet earnest tones,
In fervent prayer within God's earthly courts.
Amid angelic hosts thy strains are heard,
Hymning the praises of the Eternal One.
Nor by his side, thy brother and thy friend,
"Shall calmly rest thy precious ashes, where
Mount Auburn sheds its perfume on the breeze,
Wooing earth's pilgrim traveler to repose,
Mid Spring's sweet bloom and Autumn's glorious hues,
On the calm bosom of his mother earth.
Love on the marble cenotaph shall trace
The spotless record of thy faithfulness,
While nature rears its monument of waves
Above the nameless spot where sleeps thy dust.

Rest ye in peace, ye sleepers of the deep!
Oft shall the tear-dimmed eye, as pensive eve
Sheds o'er the soul sweet memories of the past,
Turn to that lone and lowly resting-place;
While faith reposes in implicit trust
On the sure promise of Omnipotence:
The sea shall yield its dead, and buried Love
And Love left sorrowing o'er its wreck of bliss,
Shall meet again in rapture.

         So tread on
The remnant of your earthly pilgrimage,
Ye who have seen life's fairest hopes decay,
Counting each cloud that lowers above your head
But as a curtaining veil which death shall rend,
And to his children's eye the smile reveal