THE GRAVE

by: Lucretia Davidson (1808-1825)

HERE is a spot so still and dreary,

It is a pillow to the weary;

It is so solemn and so lone,

That grief forgets to heave a groan.

 

There life's storms can enter never;

There 't is dark and lonely ever;

The mourner there shall seek repose,

And there the wanderer's journey close.