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ON SEEING OUR FAMILY VAULT. |
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III. ON SEEING OUR FAMILY VAULT.
This lodging is well chosen;—for 'tis nearThe fitful sighing of those chesnut trees;—
And every Sabbath morning it can hear
The swelling of the hymnèd melodies:
And the low booming of the funeral bell
Shall murmur through the dark and vaulted room,
Waking its solemn echoes but to tell
That one more soul is gathered to its home.
There we shall lie beneath the trodden stone:—
Oh none can tell how dreamless and how deep
Our peace will be—when the last earth is thrown,—
The last notes of the music fallen asleep,—
The mourners past away,—the tolling done,—
The last chink closed, and the long dark begun.
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