THE GRAVE.
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ny ROBERT JossELYN
Why should the good 60 there


'Tis cold and dark abode
For the holy men Of praise and prayer,
Who have dwelt SO long in pleasant mir
And sunshine of their God. @
Why go the learned or wise


To house 80 close and damp?
They can gaze not there at the mystic skies,
Nor watch the stars as they fall and rise,
Nor read by the midnight lamp.
Why 60 the rich and gay


To hut SO mean and small
No chance is there for a proud display
There is scarcely room in the walls Of clay
For the busy worms to crawl
But for him who struggles on


In wild ambitions race;
Who feels that the goal cannot be won
That his spirits droop and his strength is gone
'Tis quiet resting place.
As for him who has weary grown
Of world that loved him not;
Whose joys have vanish'd, whose hopes have


flown
Whose only wish is to be alone
Indeed It's nn enved spot.