The Burial of Mrs. Judson

Mournfully, tenderly, bear on the dead,Where the warrior has lain, let the Christian be laid;No place more befitting—O Rock of the sea!Never such treasure was hidden in thee.

Mournfully, tenderly, solemn and slow,Tears are bedewing the path as we go;Kindred and strangers are mourners to-day,Gently, so gently, O! bear her away.

Mournfully, tenderly, gaze on that brow,Beautiful is it in quietude now:One look! and then settle the loved to her rest,The ocean beneath her, the turf on her breast.

So have ye buried her—up! and depart,To life and to duty with undismayed heart:Fear not—for the love of the stranger will keep,The casket that lies in the Rock of the deep.

Peace to thy bosom, thou servant of God!The vale thou art treading, before, thou hast trod:Precious dust thou hast laid by the Hopia tree,And treasure as precious in the Rock of the sea!