"A beautiful little country Church-yard, standing upon a 3sy eminence, exists about two miles eastward of the lage. It is a peaceful, lonely, solemn resting-placc; and ndrously still." over with the heavy clouds of avarice and conventionality. A beautiful little country church-yard, standing upon a grassy eminence, exists about two miles eastward of the village, and nearly the same distance from any of man's habitations. It is a peaceful, lonely, solemn resting-place; and wondrously still. It stands amidst waving corn-fields and verdant meadows, and is fanned by the light Sea breezes. Where that pure form doth rest. WHERE, on the holy Sabbath morn, The mellow turret-bell Calls only simple country folks, Where, through the lips, the true heart speaks, In hymns to God addrest— So quiet and sacred is the spot Where that pure form doth rest. |