It is said, it is sung, it is written, and read,
It sounds in the ear, and it swims in the head,
It booms in the air, it is borne o'er the sea-
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Lone field of graves! our churchyard old and hoar!
Trench'd deep, and sown by Death with mortal grain;
Decayed, and dead it lies-not evermore!
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Is it a spirit voice-an angel's song-
That pours its liquid melody among
The mossy stones that break the rippling sheen,
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What woe is thine, pale mother?-say
What grief devours thy heart? For aye
Thy looks averted shun the day,
And midnight sees thee watch and pray
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O Nannie, dear Nannie! whan ye gaed awa',
I thocht my fu' heart wad hae broken in twa;
An' sair ye were sabbin', tho' close by yer side
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With fondest love and sweetest pleasure
Gaze I on my infant treasure-
My sweetest rose, my purest pearl,
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A small thatched cottage, moss grown old,
A low-browed, weather-beaten door,
Two windows small, that dimly light
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Speak not thus in tones of gladness,
For my soul is steeped in sadness;
Mournful visions haunt my mind-
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Oh, not unwept, unsung thy wrongs have been,
Full many a swelling heart hath bled unseen;
Full many a tearful prayer and mournful groan-
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A weary traveller on life's thorny way,
'Mid deepening shades of fast declining day,
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