37. NORTHAMPTON GRAVE-YARD.(notes)Thick are the branches of o'ershad'wing trees,Of deep, unfading green: does this proclaim,That many a sleeper here hath deathless name,Immortal glory by God's just decrees?These monumental stones no eye that sees—Of whitest marble as for purest fame,Recording deeds of high and holy aim—But must their forms approve. Each passing breezeBears richest odors from these graves, where restThe fathers and their children; men of prayer,Of faith, and love, and ev'ry virtue blest.—For the great rising day be it our careTo be ourselves companions of the wise;With them to meet our Savior in the skies.
37. NORTHAMPTON GRAVE-YARD.(notes)
Thick are the branches of o'ershad'wing trees,Of deep, unfading green: does this proclaim,That many a sleeper here hath deathless name,Immortal glory by God's just decrees?These monumental stones no eye that sees—Of whitest marble as for purest fame,Recording deeds of high and holy aim—But must their forms approve. Each passing breezeBears richest odors from these graves, where restThe fathers and their children; men of prayer,Of faith, and love, and ev'ry virtue blest.—For the great rising day be it our careTo be ourselves companions of the wise;With them to meet our Savior in the skies.
Thick are the branches of o'ershad'wing trees,
Of deep, unfading green: does this proclaim,
That many a sleeper here hath deathless name,
Immortal glory by God's just decrees?
These monumental stones no eye that sees—
Of whitest marble as for purest fame,
Recording deeds of high and holy aim—
But must their forms approve. Each passing breeze
Bears richest odors from these graves, where rest
The fathers and their children; men of prayer,
Of faith, and love, and ev'ry virtue blest.—
For the great rising day be it our care
To be ourselves companions of the wise;
With them to meet our Savior in the skies.