A BURIAL SERVICE.
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Spends all his universe of power
And pomp to deck one single hour
Of time, and then in largess free,
Unasked, bestows the hour on me.
And pomp to deck one single hour
Of time, and then in largess free,
Unasked, bestows the hour on me.
A BURIAL SERVICE.
O this buryingWe come alone,—you and I,—not with our dead,
But with our dearest living; O could mortal tread
Be unfaltering!
God knows how we love it,
This we have come to bury; the eyes smile,—life's best wine
The hands hold out! Darling, shall it be yours, or mine,
To lay the first sod above it?
This we have come to bury; the eyes smile,—life's best wine
The hands hold out! Darling, shall it be yours, or mine,
To lay the first sod above it?
But no decaying
Can reach it in this sepulchre, whose stone
Our hearts must make! To an exceeding glory grown,
This grief, outweighing,
Can reach it in this sepulchre, whose stone
Our hearts must make! To an exceeding glory grown,
This grief, outweighing,
Not even regretting,
It will await us! Thank God, not being sown
In any dishonor, it will await its own,
Never forgetting!
It will await us! Thank God, not being sown
In any dishonor, it will await its own,
Never forgetting!
