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The Burial of the Dead. 319
This house was once the mansion of a soul Brought into life by its Creator s breath ;
Wisdom did once this living mass control; And Christ was there enshrined, who conquers death.
Cover this Body to thy care consign'd ;
Its Maker shall not leave it in the grave ; But His own lineaments shall bear in mind, And shall recall the image which He gave.
Isaac Willia7ns. 1838. {From Prudentius)
CCCII.
There is a calm for those who weep ; A rest for weary pilgrims found ; And, while the mouldering ashes sleep, Low in the ground,
The Soul, of origin Divine, God's glorious image, freed from clay, In Heaven's eternal sphere shall shine, A Star of Day.
The sun is but a spark of fire, A transient meteor in the sky ; The Soul, immortal as its Sire, Shall never die !
James Montgomery. 1804 |
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CCCIII.
Must friends and kindred droop and die,
And helpers be withdrawn, While sorrow, with a weeping eye,
Counts up our comforts gone ? |
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