 | The poetical works of James Montgomery |  |
AN EPITAPH.
Art thou a man of honest mould,
With fervent heart, and soul sincere?
A husband, father, friend?—Behold,
Thy brother slumbers here.
With fervent heart, and soul sincere?
A husband, father, friend?—Behold,
Thy brother slumbers here.
The sun that wakes yon violet's bloom,
Once cheer'd his eye, now dark in death;
The wind that wanders o'er his tomb
Was once his vital breath.
Once cheer'd his eye, now dark in death;
The wind that wanders o'er his tomb
Was once his vital breath.
The roving wind shall pass away,
The warming sun forsake the sky;
Thy brother, in that dreadful day,
Shall live and never die.
The warming sun forsake the sky;
Thy brother, in that dreadful day,
Shall live and never die.
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