Peaceful rest, ye silent dead!
Rest, ye weary wanderers, rest;
Gentle is your earthly bed;
Quiet is the aching breast.
Peaceful rest, for o'er the tomb
Weeping willows love to wave;
Rest, for Spring's perennial bloom
Clusters fairest on the grave.
Rest, for life is but a dream;
Bliss is nought but gilded woe;
They that live enjoy the gleam,
They that slumber truly know.
Rest! no sorrow can befall ye,
Mingle with the valley's clod;
Rest, till nature's cry shall call ye,
Call ye to approach your God.
