And consecrates the soil to God.
When ye, your gracious task have done,
Heap not the rock above his dust.
The angel of the Lord alone
Protects the ashes of the just.
“And oh! bethink in other times,
And be those happier times at hand,
When Progress, like the smile of God,
Comes brightening o’er this weary land.
Then shall her pilgrims hail the power