MY FATHERS GRAVE.
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The mound is green, the grass is growing

 Der the newly plated grave: Fast the tide of time Is flowing,

 Whelming all beneath its wave. Ijoy to think that wave may beaH

 Me onward to a world of bliss, That may see and love him there

 Whom so fondly priz'd in this! My Father r!-Oh! thy name is yet

 treasured thought, and long will be. Fen till with parting life shall set

 The pole-star of my memory! For thou to me hast been below

 guide to warn, light to guide; To tiny unceasng love owe

 More than to all the world beside Thy kindness now seems douby dear,

 Since thou art gone, and gone for ever! How bright affection's hues appear,

 Which nought can dim, tho death may sever So, when the summer sun departs,

 And wintry darkness regns alone, Then o CT the memory ofour hearts

 Beams brighter still his brightness gone! Parent spirit! gone before mel

 Look'st thou from thy starry throne? Haply now thou watchest o'er me, Borrowing at thy grave alone! Here the world, its truth, its error,

 Wealth and glory, all are vain; Joy and sorrow, hope and terror,

 Cease, where death alone can reign. Tho grave! that fra and silent dwelling,

 What is all its gloom to me? Is not cen its silence telling

 What my own sure fate must be- Yes but here awhile gather Flowers of memory springing fast: Cherish'd thus for thee, my Father!

 Long their grateful bloom will last! And oh when time and death shall sever Me from every earthly tie, Then, to dwell with thee for ever!

 That hope will make it bliss to die!