...laborum Dulce leiumen, mitiicumque salvo Kite vocanti. JJvr.it. ad Lrrxm. Od. XXXII, lib. 1. THE GRAVE. THERE is a calm for those who weep, A rest for weary...winter sky No more disturbs their deep repose, Than summer-evening's latest sigh That shuts the rose. I long to lay this painful head And aching heart...

...tears, To realms of everlasting light, Through time's dark wilderness of years, Pursue thy flight. There is a calm for those who weep, A rest for weary pilgrims found; And, while the mouldering ashes sleep _ Low in the ground, The soul—of origin divine, God's glorious...

...sport, Condemned in wretchedness to roam, Live! thou shalt reach a sheltering port, A quiet home ! 6 There is a calm for those who weep! A rest for weary pilgrims found: And while the mouldering ashes sleep Low in the ground; — 7 The soul, of origin Divine, God's glorious...

...shalt find, howe'er thy footsteps roam, That land thy country, and that spot thy home ! THE GRAVE. THERE is a calm for those who weep, A rest for weary...summer evening's latest sigh That shuts the rose. I long to lay this painful head And aching heart beneath the soil, To slumber in that dreamless bed...

...world, the voice of malice, and the sneer of contempt and pity. " The storm that wrecks the wintry sky No more disturbs their deep repose, Than summer evening's latest sigh, That shuts the rose. " I long to lay this painful head And aching heart beneath the soil, To slumher in that dreamless bed...

...tears, To realms of everlasting light, Through Time's dark wilderness of years, Pursue thy flight. " There is a calm for those who weep, A rest for weary pilgrims found ; And while the mouldering ashes sleep Low in the ground, " The soul, of origin divine, GOD'S glorious...

...the grave is a bed, in which he sweetly reposes, alike free from care and pain, from sin and sorrow. There is a calm for those who weep, A rest for weary pilgrims found ; And while the mouldering ashes sleep Low in the ground ; The soul, of origin Divine, God's glorious...

...ground, Hinckley, by the late Rev. John Derry of Barton, who so shortly after was called to his reward. They softly lie and sweetly sleep, Low in the ground : The storm that wrecks the winter's sty, No more disturbs their sweet repose, Than summer evening's latest sigh, That shuts the...

...intended Prostrate his Providence adore : 'Tie done!— Arisel HE bids thee stand, To fall no more. " There is a calm for those who weep, A rest for weary Pilgrims found; And while the mouldering ashes sleep Low in the ground, " The Soul, of origin divine, GOD'S glorious...

...tears! To realms of everlasting light, Through Time's dark wilderness of years, Pursue thy flight. " There is a calm for those who weep, A rest for weary pilgrims found ; And while the mouldering ashes sleep Low in the ground, " The soul, of origin divine, God's glorious...