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BURIAL OF MRS. JUDSON AT ST. HELENA,
September 1st, 1845.
Mournfully, tenderly
Bear on your load,—
The oars keeping time
O'er the billowy road,
Bear on your load,—
The oars keeping time
O'er the billowy road,
While boat after boat
Gliding slowly the while,
Approach the rude shores
Of the ocean-beat isle.
Gliding slowly the while,
Approach the rude shores
Of the ocean-beat isle.
What moveth the Teacher
Who labor'd so long
For the cause of his God
'Mid idolatry's throng?
Who labor'd so long
For the cause of his God
'Mid idolatry's throng?
That Teacher who stood
Unappall'd and sublime
'Mid the prisons and chains
Of idolatry's clime.
Unappall'd and sublime
'Mid the prisons and chains
Of idolatry's clime.
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Why weep his young children
Who cling to their guide?—
Ask me not!—Ask me not!—
But pass on by their side.
Who cling to their guide?—
Ask me not!—Ask me not!—
But pass on by their side.
Over hill,—over dale,
The procession doth bear
The lov'd and the lovely
Who ceaseth from care,—
The procession doth bear
The lov'd and the lovely
Who ceaseth from care,—
And then, with the tear-drops
That flow for the blest,
'Neath a green, waving tree
They have laid her to rest.
That flow for the blest,
'Neath a green, waving tree
They have laid her to rest.
Oh! deep must affection
With anguish deplore
The wife and the mother
Returning no more,—
With anguish deplore
The wife and the mother
Returning no more,—
And wild will the wail be
Of wo uncontroll'd,
When on Burmah's dark strand
Shall this burial be told.
Of wo uncontroll'd,
When on Burmah's dark strand
Shall this burial be told.
St. Helena guardeth
With rock and ravine
The gem thus entrusted
Her casket within;—
With rock and ravine
The gem thus entrusted
Her casket within;—
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But where is that Chieftain,
The dread of the free,
Who laid down his sceptre
To slumber with thee?
The dread of the free,
Who laid down his sceptre
To slumber with thee?
The gray islet answer'd,—
“No peace could he find,—
So his ashes rode forth
On the wave and the wind—
“No peace could he find,—
So his ashes rode forth
On the wave and the wind—
Let him sleep, if he choose,
In his glory afar,—
Will it soften the doom
At Eternity's bar?
In his glory afar,—
Will it soften the doom
At Eternity's bar?
Away, thou blood-shedder!—
Earth-troubler,—away!
Hide not 'neath my cliffs
On the terrible day,—
Earth-troubler,—away!
Hide not 'neath my cliffs
On the terrible day,—
But rest,—sainted sister!
And hallow my dust,—
Till the last trump shall waken
The souls of the just.”
And hallow my dust,—
Till the last trump shall waken
The souls of the just.”
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