To The Grave
to the grave where friends are laid,
And learn how quickly mortals fade,
Learn how the fairest flower must
Learn how the strongest form must
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
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.
~ Nathaniel Hawthorne