Bright Be The Place Of Thy Soul!
Bright
be
the
place
of
thy
soul!
No
lovelier
spirit
than
thine
E'er
burst
from
its
mortal
control
In
the
orbs
of
the
blessed
to
shine.
On
earth
thou
wert
all
but
divine,
As
thy
soul
shall
immortally
be;
And
our
sorrow
may
cease
to
repine,
When
we
know
that
thy
God
is
with
thee.
Light
be
the
turf
of
thy
tomb!
May
its
verdure
like
emeralds
be:
There
should
not
be
the
shadow
of
gloom
In
aught
that
reminds
us
of
thee.
Young
flowers
and
an
evergreen
tree
May
spring
from
the
spot
of
thy
rest:
But
nor
cypress
nor
yew
let
us
see;
For
why
should
we
mourn
for
the
blest?
