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MOUNT AUBURN.
Sweet Auburn! which with verdure and with bloom
Adorns the precincts of the darksome tomb,
Divests the grave of half its dread array,
Plants living flowers upon the lifeless clay,
Hallows the memory of the cherished dead,
And turns to balmy dews the tears we shed,
Accept a tribute from a stranger's pen,
Meet resting-place of brave and pious men!
Adorns the precincts of the darksome tomb,
Divests the grave of half its dread array,
Plants living flowers upon the lifeless clay,
Hallows the memory of the cherished dead,
And turns to balmy dews the tears we shed,
Accept a tribute from a stranger's pen,
Meet resting-place of brave and pious men!
There marble monument and sculptured bust
Seem to reanimate the silent dust,
Give to each grave a voice, whose thrilling tone
The sorrowing hearts of friends and kindred own!
Seem to reanimate the silent dust,
Give to each grave a voice, whose thrilling tone
The sorrowing hearts of friends and kindred own!
