Savannah Lyrics

Ah! Lovely appearance of death
No sight upon earth is so fair;
Not all the gay pageants that breathe
Can with a dead body compare

How blest is our brother, bereft
Of all that could burden his mind
How easy the soul that has left
This wearisome body behind!This earth is afflicted no more
With sickness, or shaken with pain;
The war in the members is o’er
And never shall vex him againNo anger henceforward, or shame
Shall redden this innocent clay;
Extinct is thе animal flame
And passion is vanished away