Poem by Lucretia Maria Davidson

The Grave

There is a spot so still and dreary,
It is a pillow to the weary;
It is so solemn and so lone,
That grief forgets to heave a groan.

There life's storms can enter never;
There 't is dark and lonely ever;
The mourner there shall seek repose,
And there the wanderer's journey close.

1. Farewell to Miss E. B.
2. Cupid’s Bower
3. On the Death of the Beautiful Mrs.--
4. To Science
5. Stilling the Waves

Eliza Acton The Grave ("There is a low and lonely place of rest")

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