H4 WOODLAND, MOOR, AND STREAM 



And now the clergyman is heard saying, ' I am 

 the resurrection and the life,' there are the mournful 

 sounds of the earth falling on the coffin and the sobs 

 of the mourners. 



Slowly, two by two, they file past ; the women 

 and the lasses drop their sprigs and flowers in the 

 open grave and depart as they came, to discuss in 

 sober-faced groups the good qualities of him who has 

 gone 



On his tombstone is graven 



I'm a pilgrim and a stranger, 

 Rough and thorny is the road, 



Often in the midst of danger ; 

 But it leads to God I 



