FUNERAL AT NAZARETH.
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FUNERAL AT NAZARETH,
IN PENNSYLVANIA.
The Sabbath summer-sun declined
To its bright, western goal,
And o'er the green, Moravian vales
Serene enchantment stole.
'T would seem as if the holy rest
Of heaven's anointed hour,
Here found response in every breast,
And breathed from every flower.
Then slowly from the house of God
Came forth a funeral train,
And with a measured movement trod
Along the velvet plain.
The little coffin of a babe
Borne in the midst was seen,
While village children, two and two,
Walked near, with serious mien.
