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26 WOES OF INTEMPERANCE.
28 C. M.
THE FUNERAL.
1 MOURNFUL and sad upon my ear
The death-bell echoes stole ; And painful memories opened all The feelings of my soul.
2 The knell—the knell—it told of wo
That words cannot reveal— Of desolate and broken hearts, Where grief had set his seal.
3 Again it pealed—and on the air
It swelled and died along ; And to the dwelling of the dead There came a weeping throng.
4 In tattered weeds, with trembling steps,
The widow led the train : And her poor orphans followed on— Sad sharers of her pain.
5 Ashes to ashes, dust to dust,
Clay to its kindred clay— They left the dead—and wailed and wept, And slowly moved away.
6 But ah ! there hung a heavy cloud
Upon that husband's name ; And deep disgrace had settled down Upon that father's fame.
7 There was a keenness in their grief,
A death-shade in their gloom— As, desolate and fatherless, They left the drunkard's tomb. |
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