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Poem
November 5, 1828
The Massachusetts Spy, And Worcester County Advertiser
Worcester, Worcester County, Massachusetts
What is this article about?
A meditative poem addressed to the grave, contemplating the peace it offers the righteous amid life's cares, the equality of all in death regardless of status or creed, and the hope of resurrection.
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FOR THE MASSACHUSETTS SPY.
TO THE GRAVE.
Life's busy cares disturb the way-worn soul,
Life's passing scenes, the hearts of men, control;
But chilly grave, within thy walls, I see,
Laid up in store, a smiling peace for me.
For sons of wrath, 'tis true, thou hast no charm.
To them, thy accent sounds but with alarm;
But, in thy precincts, grave, methinks I see,
What, from his toils, the righteous man will free.
The high and low, within thy walls, are laid,
Both, on a level, meet beneath thy shade;
Dust, to its kindred dust, with equal pace,
Returns, in friendship, to its native place.
Soft sleep the beggars on their couch of clay,
But, just as low, the monarch sleeps, as they;
The Savage, Hindoo, Christian, Master, Slave,
Lie down, alike, and moulder in the grave.
O, silent grave, hast thou a place for me?
Then let thy earthy lap, my resting, be,
Till Gabriel's trump shall bid my dust arise;
Then, yield thy prey, to dwell beyond the skies.
B. H.
TO THE GRAVE.
Life's busy cares disturb the way-worn soul,
Life's passing scenes, the hearts of men, control;
But chilly grave, within thy walls, I see,
Laid up in store, a smiling peace for me.
For sons of wrath, 'tis true, thou hast no charm.
To them, thy accent sounds but with alarm;
But, in thy precincts, grave, methinks I see,
What, from his toils, the righteous man will free.
The high and low, within thy walls, are laid,
Both, on a level, meet beneath thy shade;
Dust, to its kindred dust, with equal pace,
Returns, in friendship, to its native place.
Soft sleep the beggars on their couch of clay,
But, just as low, the monarch sleeps, as they;
The Savage, Hindoo, Christian, Master, Slave,
Lie down, alike, and moulder in the grave.
O, silent grave, hast thou a place for me?
Then let thy earthy lap, my resting, be,
Till Gabriel's trump shall bid my dust arise;
Then, yield thy prey, to dwell beyond the skies.
B. H.
What sub-type of article is it?
Elegy
Ode
What themes does it cover?
Death Mourning
Religious Faith
Moral Virtue
What keywords are associated?
Grave
Death
Equality
Righteous
Resurrection
Peace
What entities or persons were involved?
B. H.
Poem Details
Title
To The Grave.
Author
B. H.
Form / Style
Rhymed Couplets
Key Lines
But Chilly Grave, Within Thy Walls, I See, Laid Up In Store, A Smiling Peace For Me.
The High And Low, Within Thy Walls, Are Laid, Both, On A Level, Meet Beneath Thy Shade;
The Savage, Hindoo, Christian, Master, Slave, Lie Down, Alike, And Moulder In The Grave.
O, Silent Grave, Hast Thou A Place For Me? Then Let Thy Earthy Lap, My Resting, Be,