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THE GRAVE OF HOWARD
Nay, pass thou not with careless tread,
This simple mound and mossy stone—
The sanctity which shrouds the dead
Is here in deeper reverence known.
A hallowed memory lingers here—
The very air is blest around,
For pious prayer and grateful tear
Have made the spot as holy ground.
This simple mound and mossy stone—
The sanctity which shrouds the dead
Is here in deeper reverence known.
A hallowed memory lingers here—
The very air is blest around,
For pious prayer and grateful tear
Have made the spot as holy ground.
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Peace to the good man's memory!—here
A champion of the cross is lain!
No earthly laurels grace his bier—
No gaudy show of pageant vain.
No herald slave above him stood,
To speak of power and lofty birth;
When here, in Christian quietude,
He gave his weary form to earth.
A champion of the cross is lain!
No earthly laurels grace his bier—
No gaudy show of pageant vain.
No herald slave above him stood,
To speak of power and lofty birth;
When here, in Christian quietude,
He gave his weary form to earth.
Dark conquerer! wear thy robe of pride—
Exult thee in thy arm of power,
And let the spoil of nations wide,
Yield splendor to thy triumph hour!
Give me the memory of the just,
Its blessing and its grateful tear,
Like that, which sanctifies the dust
Of him, who slumbers sweetly here.
Exult thee in thy arm of power,
And let the spoil of nations wide,
Yield splendor to thy triumph hour!
Give me the memory of the just,
Its blessing and its grateful tear,
Like that, which sanctifies the dust
Of him, who slumbers sweetly here.
Stanzas 1, 3, 4 Haverhill Gazette, November 29, 1828
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