Yet some who have not fear’d the worm,
And not abhorr’d the grave,
Shall feel the sting of death, and morn
Shall find them in the pastur’d—
There shall be no more grave,
And not a shade—no night, no grave,
Where shades of night do rave.
And not abhorr’d the grave,
Shall feel the sting of death, and morn
Shall find them in the pastur’d—
There shall be no more grave,
And not a shade—no night, no grave,
Where shades of night do rave.