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O sacred spot of earth, where gentle hands Have laid the fragile form, so late suffused With life's first glow, beneath the friendly mould; To slumber undisturbed where daisies spring Unbidden, and the turf, with every dawn, Seems wet afresh with tears! There by fond hands Ivy and myrtle have been taught to twine; The snow-drop spotless and forget-me-not To bloom in simple beauty, emblems meet Of purity and of immortal love. The friendly trees their drooping boughs o'erhang As if in sympathy. The summer birds Chant tender carols through the shining hours; And mingled lights and shades so softly blend, That neither garish day nor gloom doth reign, But grateful twilight lingers ever there.