How peaceful is the grave
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How peaceful is the grave!Where, life's vain tumult past,Th' appointed house, by Heaven's decree,Receives us all at last.
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There earthly troubles cease,There passions rage no more,And there the weary pilgrim restsFrom all the toils he bore.
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There all, both small and great,Partake the same repose;And there in peace the ashes mixOf those who once were foes.
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All, by the hand of death,Partake a common tomb;Yet saints shall not forever sleepNot theirs the sinner's doom.