From a small graveyard near my home.
Look here my friends as you pass by,
As you are now so once was I,
As I am now so must you be,
Prepare for death and follow me.
Adieu my friends and kinderd dear:
For silent dust conceals me here:
And when the mighty trump shall sound:
To call the nations from the ground:
I'll then reanimate my clay, and wing my way:
To join the great celestial day.
