Dear Father, Son, and Spirit!
Each name can sweetly calm,
And pour into my bosom
A rich and healing balm!
MOUNT AUBURN.
Written immediately after a visit to that sacred spot. Boston, Oct. 3, 1841.
They took me to Mount Auburn—where
They bury the lov’d, the brave, the fair;
’Twas beautiful, all beautiful!
The shaded walk—the grove so cool—