And bones, that loving friends had laid full tenderly to rest,
Swept far away, were rudely rocked on the rough ocean's
breast.
Shocked into silence, lo ! that group a moment fixed as
stone !
Then sudden every bosom heaves with a half-stifled groan.
Not one but sees some sleeping friend torn from the quiet
bed,
Where he had hoped to lie in peace till God should wake
the dead.
The parent mourns the child anew ; children for parents
weep ;
And spouse for spouse — their treasures safe not e'en the
grave will keep.
Poor Wolfe sought vainly, as he held his trembling Mary
fast.
For the pale sod that covered all save Melleff, now their
last.*
* The cemeteries are often washed away, and the bodies of the dead
are not unfrequently removed to a more secure resting-place when such a
catastrophe threatens.
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