Poor Man's Grave. (From The Villager's Verse-Book.)

1 Old Andrews of the hut is dead, And many a child appears, Whilst slowly "dust to dust" is read, Around his grave in tears. 2 A good man gone where small and great, And poor, and high and low, And Dives, proud in worldly state, And Lazarus, must go. 3 May we among the just be found, Though short our sojourn here, Who, when the trump of death shall sound, May hear it without fear!