...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 pilgrims found, They softly lie and sweetly sleep Low in the ground. The storm that wrecks the winter sky No more disturbs...

...Sheffield. The general character of Montgomery's poetry has been likened to that of Cowper. THE GRAVE. THERE is a calm for those who weep, A rest for weary pilgrims found, They softly lie and sweetly sleep Low in the ground. The storm that wrecks the winter sky No more disturbs...

...merely prose ; but the first three verses are poetry ; and beautiful poetry too, as are several others. There is a calm for those who weep, A rest for weary pilgrims found, They softly lie and sweetly sleep Low in the ground. The »tonn that wrecks the winter sky No more...

...Deplore, to lament. 7. Repine', to fret one's self; to bo discontented. The Grave. — MONTGOMERY. 1. THERE is a calm for those who weep, A rest for weary pilgrims found ; They softly lie, and sweetly sleep Low in the ground. 2. The storm that sweeps the winter's sky,...

...of tears ! To realms of everlasting light Thro" 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 mould'ring ashes sleep Low in the grave, The soul, of origin divine, God's glorious image freed from...

...laberam Dulce lenimen, mihicumque salvo Kite vocanti. Horat. ad Lyram. Od. XXXH, lib. 1. THE GRAVE. THERE is a calm for those who weep, A rest for weary pilgrims found, They softly lie and sweetly sleep Low in the ground. The storm that wrecks the winter sky No more disturbs...

...George ! Shakspeare. King Henry's speech requires a very high key and rather quick time. THE GRAVE. 1. There is a calm for those who weep, A rest for weary pilgrims found : They softly lie, and sweetly sleep, Low in the gronnd. 2. The storm that wrecks the wintry sky No...

...sky, No more disturbs their sweet repose ; Than summer evening's latest sigh, That shuts the rose. The soul of origin divine, God's glorious image, freed from clay, In heav'n's eternal sphere shall shine A star of day. The sun is but a spark of fire, A transient meteor...

...triumphant, I will join th' immortal choir. DEATH. DEATH. 1O8«5. 8S & 4. MOHTGOMERT. Tlie Gram. 1 THERE is a calm for those who weep, A rest for weary pilgrims found : They softly lie, and sweetly sleep, Low in the ground. 2 The storm that sweeps the wintry sky No...

...reigns, No fountain scattering diamond-showers, But the sweet streamlet watering flowers. The Grave. ld endure Chains nowhere patiently ; and chains at home, Where I am They softly lie and sweetly sleep Low in the ground. The storm that wrecks the winter sky No more disturbs...