A GRAVE AT GREENWOOD. 
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Oh, loved and lost! there calmly sleep, 
And never wake again to weep ; 
Safe in the cold earth’s close embrace 
Rest thou alone a little space, 
And those thou lovedst most shall come, 
And join thee in thy peaceful home. 
Thy peaceful home, where ev’ry tear 
And ev’ry care is all forgot; 
Where envy, hatred, strife, and fear, 
And sin, and sorrow enter not. 
Though sweet thy undisturbed sleep, 
A selfish sorrow bids us weep ; 
Still bleeds—though blessed now thou art— 
Thy mother’s and thy father’s heart. 
But though we think of thee as dead, 
And mould’ring in thy earthy bed, 
We know, thanks to benignant Heaven ' 
When death destroyed thy mortal charms, 
That cherub wings to thee were given. 
To boar thee to thy Saviour’s arms. 
