Peace to the dead! The forest weaves,
Around your couch, its shroud of leaves;
While shadows dim and silence deep,
Bespeak the quiet of your sleep.
Rest, pilgrim, here! Your journey o'er,
Life's weary cares ye heed no more;
Time's sun has set, in yonder west—
Your work is done—rest, Pilgrim, rest!
Rest till the morning hour; wait
Here, at Eternity's dread gate,