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“Hear'st thou the sound of their savage mirth?
And from the arrowy peak she sprung,
And fast the fair child bore,
A cry—and all was o'er!
The following piece is founded on a beautiful part of the Greek funeral service, in which relatives and friends are invited to embrace the deceased (whose face is uncovered) and to bid their final adieu.
See Christian Researches in the Mediterranean.
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- 'Tis hard to lay into the earth
Come near!-ere yet the dust
In still and solemn trust!
Look yet on this young face!
Gladdening its hearth and race ?
the semblance on man's heart impress'd~ Come near, and bear the beautiful to rest!
Ye weep, and it is well !
And sunshine seem'd to dwell
Look yet on him, whose eye
The beings born to die?
bless'dCome near! and bear ye the beloved to rest !
How may the mother's heart
The lovely must depart!
Look on him! is he laid
Yet that, ev'n that, must fade!
His voice of mirth had ceased
At the gay bridal feast !
Yet mourn ye not as they
His birthright's hope away!