Dust, receive thy kindred
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Dust, receive thy kindred!Earth take now thine own!To thee this trust is rendered;In thee this seed is sown.Guard the precious treasure.Ever-faithful tomb!Keep it all unrifled,Till the Master come.
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Time's dark tide of sorrowBreaks above thy head;And feet of restless millionsShall o'er thy chambers tread;Earthquakes, whirlwinds, tempests,Tear the quivering ground;Voices, trumpets, thunders,Fill the air around!
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But these sounds of terrorPierce not thy low tomb,Nor break the happy slumbersOf death's dark, silent home.Couch of tranquil slumberFor the weary brow;Rest of faint and toiling,Take this loved one now.