To spurn the rags of Lazarus?
Come, brother, in that dust we '11 kneel,
Confessing Heaven that ruled it thus.
* C. B., ob. 29 Nov. 1848, set. 42.
So each shall mourn, in life's advance,
Dear hopes, dear friends, untimely killed;
Shall grieve for many a forfeit chance,
And longing passion unfulfilled.