Hark! in solemn music stealing
Through the sable-curtained pile,
Loudly swells the mournful anthem
Down each broad-arched, columned aisle.
’Tis a requiem for the dead,
To his dark tomb onward lead,
Whilst a nation bows the head
With a heart-consuming sorrow,
That no forms of grief need borrow,
Bending o’er the sacred bier,