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THE FAMILY BURYING-PLACE.
H! linger, linger yet awhile,And let us once more gaze
On yonder dim and crumbling aisle,
Those tombs of other days;
That spot of all the sacred shrine
Pass thou not lightly by,
For there a long and honoured line,
In death together lie.
Yes, close beside the altar stone,
Embalmed in holy ground,
One race, for ages past and gone,
Their resting-place have found.
They passed on earth their fleeting span,
Felt all life's joy and woe;
Yet dust to dust returned again,—
They sleep forgotten now.
Embalmed in holy ground,
One race, for ages past and gone,
Their resting-place have found.
They passed on earth their fleeting span,
Felt all life's joy and woe;
Yet dust to dust returned again,—
They sleep forgotten now.
See all around, above, beneath,
Each sculptured tablet seems
As if Love strove to snatch from Death,
At least their cherished names.
Each sculptured tablet seems
As if Love strove to snatch from Death,
At least their cherished names.
