Poem by Lucretia Maria Davidson

The Grave

There is a spot so still and dreary,
It is a pillow to the weary;
It is so solemn and so lone,
That grief forgets to heave a groan.

There life's storms can enter never;
There 't is dark and lonely ever;
The mourner there shall seek repose,
And there the wanderer's journey close.

1. Kindar Burial Service, Versified
2. The Wee Flower of the Heather
3. On an Æolian Harp
4. Lines, Written under the Promise of Reward
5. To Mamma

Caroline Clive The Grave ("I STOOD within the grave's o'ershadowing vault")

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