DIRGE

SOLEM STRIKES THE FUNERAL CHIME,
NOTES OF OUR DEPARTING TIME.
AS WE TRAVEL HERE BELOW
THROUGH A PILGRIMAGE OF WOE.
MORTALS NOW INDULGE A TEAR,
FOR MORTALITY IS HERE.
SEE HOW WIDE HER TROPIES WAVE
O'ER THE SLUMBER OF THE GRAVE.
LORD OF ALL, BELOW, ABOVE,
FILL OUR HEARTS WITH TRUTH AND LOVE;
WHEN DISOLVES OUR EARTHLY TIE,
TAKE US TO OUR HOME ON HIGH.

(The Old Hillbilly)