Beside the church-yard gate they paused,
And woke an anthem's thrill,
While flutes and clarions mingled soft
With music's perfect skill.
Methought it tenderly implored,
Though not a word was said,
Room for another guest to swell
The assembly of the dead.
Then through the unclosing gate they passed,
And up the hillock wound,
Where peaceful slept their kindred clay
In consecrated ground.
Nor weed, nor straw, nor mouldering leaf
Defaced their sacred bed,
But tireless care, the chosen spot
With Nature's beauty spread.
Rich evergreens, and willows fair
In graceful ranks had grown,
And thickly planted flowerets clasped
Each horizontal stone.
And then the reverent Pastor read,
As mid the graves he trod.
In the deep German's solemn lore,
Words from the Book of God.
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110
FUNERAL AT NAZARETH.
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