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the grave-digger.
He had no rival in his trade:
He knew, one after another,
All the village would need his axe and spade,
And troubled himself no further.
He knew, one after another,
All the village would need his axe and spade,
And troubled himself no further.
His love and duty were never at strife—
His charity looked to all;
He seemed to think his lease on life
Long as death held carnival.
His charity looked to all;
He seemed to think his lease on life
Long as death held carnival.
He reasoned, "Well, 'tis nature's creed
And man's chief want—is burial."
The friend of the world in its sorest need,
Could the world then spare him well?
And man's chief want—is burial."
The friend of the world in its sorest need,
Could the world then spare him well?
