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Show CRIEF FOR THE DEAD. 0 hc&rlj that nover cease to yearn! O brimtniniT toars that no'cr are dried! Tiio dead, though thoy dcpnrt, return As though Ihoy hail not died. Tho living nro tho only dead; Tho dead live novf-rmore to die; And oft.n whoo wo mourn thorn lied, They never were ao uigh! And though thoy lie beneath the waves, Or sJeop within the churchyard dim, (Ah! through how many difl'orant graves God's chudron go to himl) Yet ovory grave gives up its dead Ere it is overerown with grass; Th?n why should hopeless tears be shod, Or need wo cry, "Alas?" Or why should ilomory, veiled with gloom, And like a sorrowing mourner crapod, Sit weeping o'er an empty tomb, Whose captivoi havo escaped ? 'Tis but a mound and will bo mossed 'Whentr'er tho Summer grass appears: Tho lovi'd, though wept, are never lost; Wo n.ily lose our tyarsl Say, Horic may whisper with tho dead By bonding tirward where they are; But ITemory, with a backward tread, CoLQUiuncs with them afar. The joys we lo?o are but forecast, And we shall find them all once more; We look behind us for the past, Hut lo! 'tis all before! |