47. SLEEPERS IN THE GRAVE-YARD.(notes)In this fair grove of thick-branch'd evergreenHow many sleepers wide are scatter'd round,Having their quiet rest beneath the ground,On ev'ry side their marble tablets seen?Their sleep, now quiet, will not be, I ween,When the archangel's trumpet loud shall sound:Not one of all will then be heedless foundBut all will spring to life; a mingled sceneOf grief, despair, and sweet and high delight.I speak not of the bad; but sure a throngOf loving friends will meet the judge's sight,Skill'd in the notes of ransom'd sinners' song.—Shall we be with these sleepers as they rise?Say, shall we join them in yon blessed skies?
47. SLEEPERS IN THE GRAVE-YARD.(notes)
In this fair grove of thick-branch'd evergreenHow many sleepers wide are scatter'd round,Having their quiet rest beneath the ground,On ev'ry side their marble tablets seen?Their sleep, now quiet, will not be, I ween,When the archangel's trumpet loud shall sound:Not one of all will then be heedless foundBut all will spring to life; a mingled sceneOf grief, despair, and sweet and high delight.I speak not of the bad; but sure a throngOf loving friends will meet the judge's sight,Skill'd in the notes of ransom'd sinners' song.—Shall we be with these sleepers as they rise?Say, shall we join them in yon blessed skies?
In this fair grove of thick-branch'd evergreen
How many sleepers wide are scatter'd round,
Having their quiet rest beneath the ground,
On ev'ry side their marble tablets seen?
Their sleep, now quiet, will not be, I ween,
When the archangel's trumpet loud shall sound:
Not one of all will then be heedless found
But all will spring to life; a mingled scene
Of grief, despair, and sweet and high delight.
I speak not of the bad; but sure a throng
Of loving friends will meet the judge's sight,
Skill'd in the notes of ransom'd sinners' song.—
Shall we be with these sleepers as they rise?
Say, shall we join them in yon blessed skies?