GO TO THE GRAVE
by: Nathaniel Hawthorne
(1804-1864)
- O to the
grave where friends are laid,
- And learn how quickly mortals fade,
- Learn how the fairest flower must droop,
- Learn how the strongest form must stoop,
- Learn that we are but dust and clay,
- The short-liv'd creatures of a day.
- Yet do not sigh -- there is a clime,
- Where they will dwell through endless time,
- Who here on earth their Maker serve,
- And never from his precepts swerve.
- The grave to them is but a road,
- That leads them to that blest abode.
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