William Billings - Savannah - ноты, текст песни (слова)

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 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 again.
 
 No anger henceforward, or shame,
 Shall redden this innocent clay;
 Extinct is the animal flame,
 And passion is vanished away.