In far Goland and Omans sea,
The search from vain luxury
May loose his life, and Pity shed,
A few cold tear drops o'er his bed;
But here, were hindered for our Good
Are undemanding life and food
Most hardly cared, how should we weep
To see ones ingenious sweep
So many being snatched by fate
So many left to desolate
How many tears were broken there?
How many hopes changed to despair?
Oh! this is the subject for true grief
When even in tears can't find relief.
And then the solemn cavalcade
The melancholy long parade
That through the churchyard slowly wends,
With widows, orphans, sisters, friends
Fathers and mothers all in tears
Weeping o'er untimely biers
This is a scene to wound the sense
Of Heart with Pity's last pretence.
The search from vain luxury
May loose his life, and Pity shed,
A few cold tear drops o'er his bed;
But here, were hindered for our Good
Are undemanding life and food
Most hardly cared, how should we weep
To see ones ingenious sweep
So many being snatched by fate
So many left to desolate
How many tears were broken there?
How many hopes changed to despair?
Oh! this is the subject for true grief
When even in tears can't find relief.
And then the solemn cavalcade
The melancholy long parade
That through the churchyard slowly wends,
With widows, orphans, sisters, friends
Fathers and mothers all in tears
Weeping o'er untimely biers
This is a scene to wound the sense
Of Heart with Pity's last pretence.