ON eh EIT 
A GRAVE AT GREENWOOD. 
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, 
™o bear thee to thy Saviour’s arms. 

ONENESS ETT NT 
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