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Show PRAY FOR THE DEAD. Oh I firry, pray for the deadl Kneel In thought mhnti ebe withered gnuww tUjxilififr khhv oVr a onoe lin,iit head; j Hummer iiicw, and tii flying flower I Bitrli, "Hemeuiber your l and dead!" I lading, flucirrni, whirling, fuliiiiK, ' Let come, down with a nut of paiu, , . Come to cover the dwir io.i lyuiu J Voder the cold November raio; Cold as clay whin the soul ud fled: j Oh i pray, pray for tug dead! i Oh! pray, wtiy for the dtdt ' Kvery second ditu Is cuiUitjc, Dear one rail like the autumn Itwnw; ' Where's the jinifn that ha lost no Kftrtandt Where's tlKt iiouie where no mourner jcriMvwst tlheven fur thona who, perhaps lu anirutaft Ilarred from (tlory are doomed to roam, Yoicele.-, helpless. Oh, you loved UienV, ! lleir our Father to cull them hoirw, ' Home from ttutTennjr. darknea. &ead; Oh I pniy, pray for the dead! Oh! pray, pray for the d"'" I'ruy fur lima whom the yawning blDowa fSwnllitwni doivn In their fearful wrath, .Thotttt who, scorched by the lireatti of fovea Fell lik xrtkx lu the mower s iath; Tun who drol hy the way unnoticed, Tkou w ho died in the battle's dm; All ore loved hy our Lont, and holy, ill must suuVr who stoop to sin: Plead for rust for each wenry head, Oh I pray, pray for the dead! Oh ! pruy, pray for ho dead I lturicd friends, can w e'er forifet you. You who felt for our weal cr woe? God be with you, ourttlleut 8leeper Lying und,r the turf so low I Useless, rain In our weuk VwullinK, Tain an mtirumr and ib and Uvir; What, oh, what van our Kref avail yon, LifeleHH dust that wnu oucm ao dear? Hark ! a sifrh from each lowly bed: Ohl pray, pray for the dead! Michigan CalhuU |