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A si < m will breathe o ' er every bier , A tear will glearn on eVwy ; grave , Though , idle all ; our g ^ ef , < ir feat , Sink in the pale and placid lyave . For there they lie , and greenly res t > No dream to break their long repose : —• No wound can reach the shrouded breast From changing friends , or constant foes .
** ¦ Life ' s fitful fever" now has ceased Within their frozen veins to glow ; Like sated guests , they leave the feast , And press their silent beds below . Alone , in midst of multitude , Each rests his cold unconscious head , Even though the dust he loved and wooed Share the same turf that paves his bed *
There foes recline , their hate forgot , There friends forego the power to change , And levelled is the idiot ' s lot With his whose thoughts through systems range . Kings and their people there recline , Their grief , their guilt , their glory o'er : The injured million cease to pine , The tyrant ' s axe is red no more .
The charge may Bound above the spot , Where low in dust the warrior lies;—It sounds in vain—he heeds it not—What now to him who fights or flies I The tears of her he loved may fall Upon the lover ' s early bed ;—Alas ! unfelt . unheeded , all
Those diamonds of the heart are shed . It matters nought , if urn , or turf , If sculptured tomb , or rustic stone , Or ocean ' s monumental surf , Hide the mute dust and mouldering bone . Alike in dim forgetfulness ,
Beneath one pall , the solemn sky , Their thousand beds they coldly press , In one forlorn equality * Under the green and holy sod , Or in the blue deep ' s sparry caves , They live but in the eye of God , The sleepers of a world of graves .
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Monthly Repository (1806-1838) and Unitarian Chronicle (1832-1833), Nov. 2, 1826, page 689, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse.ac.uk/periodicals/mruc/issues/vm2-ncseproduct2554/page/53/