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YE WHO MOURN DEAR FRIENDS DEPARTED.

WRITTEN FOR AND SUNG AT A CONCERT GIVEN IN AID OF THE BRIDGETON GRAVE PROTECTING SOCIETY.—1824.

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Air—‘Scenes of woe, and scenes of pleasure.’

Ye who mourn dear friends departed,
By the hand of death laid low;
Ye who, lone and broken-hearted,
Secretly indulge your woe:
'Mid your plaintive sighs and wailings,
One sad comfort, now, you have,
Shock'd no more shall be your feelings,
O'er a plundered, empty grave.
Midnight prowlers bent on robbing,
Shall no more your dead molest;
Now, ‘the wicked cease from troubling,’
Now, ‘the weary are at rest:’
Soundly sleeps your sire or mother,
Faithful husband, virtuous wife,
Son or daughter, sister, brother,
Safe from the dissector's knife.
O'er the hallowed green turf kneeling,
Shedding fond affection's tear,
Soothed will be your every feeling,
With, ‘Thy dear-loved dust lies here;
Here, too, shalt thou long repose thee,
In the calm and peaceful tomb,
Till the Archangel's trump shall rouse thee,
Radiant with immortal bloom.’