Come, hush to silence now;
And in the stillness of the tomb,
Kind friend! come lay me low!
These hands, now warm with active life,
Fear not thy chilling grasp;
Come, Death! though icy cold thou art,
Thy hand I’ll freely clasp.
These eyes, now fondly glancing round
On those I dearly love,
Come, o’er them spread a filmy veil,