Greenwood Cemetery

How calm they sleep beneath the shade Who once were weary of the strife, And bent, like us, beneath the load Of human life! The willow hangs with sheltering grace And benediction o’er their sod, And Nature, hushed, assures the soul They rest in God. O weary hearts, what rest is here, From all that curses yonder town! So deep the peace, I almost long To lay me down. For, oh, it will be blest to sleep, Nor dream, nor move, that silent night, Till wakened in immortal strength And heavenly light!

Collection: 
English
Crammond Kennedy
Sub Title: 
V. Death and Bereavement

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