Memory Of The Dead

OÍ), liearts that never ceaae lo yoarn ; ' O brimmlng tears thal ue'er are drled - The ilead, MioiikIi tliey ücpart, return Au if tliey had uut Oled ! Tlie living are the only dea.],; The dead Uve, uevermore to dle; And ofte n vvlien we inoiirn thein nYil. Tliey never were so íilgh. And though thoy lie beDeath th ewuvos, Or sleep wlthln ihr i'hurciiyHi'il dlin- Ah, throtigh huw many dltlereul graves (iud'3 ctillüren go lo tilín : Yet every grave glvos up lts dead Ere tt i overKrown wllh graNH ! Then wüy sliould hopeles lear be ghed, Or need we cry, Alas! Or why xliould roemory, velled wlth glooin, And llke a Horrowlug mouruer craped, SIL wecplng o'er un empty lomo, Who8e capllves llave escaped ! ' lis liut a moiind -and w II be inotsed Whene'er tile uumuier graHü appeurs ; - The loved, though wept, are never losl; We ouly lote our tears. Nuy, Hope may whlsper wlth the dcad, Ry hendlng forward whure they are; lint M 'inory wlth a back s ni I nal, Uoiutnunea wllh tliem alar! J bejoyi wo losf are bul foreciuil, A i'nl we shall llml t ti - ni all uncu inore ; We look b iiiiiil lis for iho hhI, Huí lo, 'I is all bclore !