To shed his parting beams upon the grave
Of him on whom he ever loved to shine.
The river roll’d more silently along
Than was its wont;—all nature seem’d to pause
T’ attend that honor’d burial. Silently,
With ling’ring feet, the long procession moved
To that same resting place within a grove,
Where they had follow’d to his peaceful home
The young and lovely boy, two days before.
But who are these approaching from afar,