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Sabbath summer-sun declined To its bright, western goal, And o'er the green, Moravian vales Serene enchantment stole.

'T would seem as if the holy rest Of heaven's anointed hour, Here found response in every breast, And breathed from every flower.

Then slowly from the house of God Came forth a funeral train, And with a measured movement trod Along the velvet plain.

The little coffin of a babe Borne in the midst was seen, While village children, two and two, Walked near, with serious mien.