Scenes in London IV - The City Churchyard - Letitia Elizabeth Landon

Lyrics

I pray thee lay me not to rest Among these mouldering bones; Too heavily the earth is prest By all these crowded stones Life is too gay—life is too near— With all its pomp and toil; I pray thee do not lay me here In such a world-struck soil The ceaseless roll of wheels would wake The slumbers of the dead; I cannot bear for life to make Its pathway o'er my head The flags around are cold and drear They stand apart, alone; And no one ever pausеs here To sorrow for the gonе No: lay me in the far green fields The summer sunshine cheers; And where the early wild flower yields The tribute of its tears Where shadows the sepulchral yew Where droops the willow tree Where the long grass is filled with dew— Oh! make such grave for me! And passers-by, at evening's close Will pause beside the grave And moralize o'er the repose They fear, and yet they crave Perhaps some kindly hand may bring Its offering to the tomb; And say, As fades the rose in spring So fadeth human bloom But here there is no kindly thought To soothe, and to relieve; No fancies and no flowers are brought That soften while they grieve Here Poesy and Love come not— It is a world of stone; The grave is bought—is closed—forgot! And then life hurries on Sorrow and beauty—nature—love— Redeem man's common breath; Ah! let them shed the grave above— Give loveliness to death