Requiem First

Be hallow’d the place of thy rest, O soft be thy bed in the tomb! Thou’rt gone to the land of the blest, With the souls of the happy to roam: As planets in loveliness roll, And light the lone wanderer’s way, Thou beam’d on the night of the soul, And left us at dawning of day.

With bay we’ll embroider that stone, That tells us of glory and thee! While the changes of seasons roll on, Thy memory unfading shall be. Though fled on the seraphim’s wing, And left us in darkness to mourn, With earliest blossoms of spring We duly will garland thy urn.