Oh, Lovely Appearance of Death



Oh, lovely appearance of death,_

What sight upon earth is so fair?

Not all the gay pageants that breathe

Can with a dead body compare.

In solemn delight I survey

A corpse when the spirit is fled

In love with the beautiful clay,

And longing to lie in its stead _



Its languishing pain is at rest,

Its aching and aching are o'er ;

The quiet immovable breast

Is pained by affliction no more.

The heart it no longer receives

Of trouble and torturing pain;

It ceases to flutter and beat,

It never shall flutter again.

From Our Singing Country, Lomax

Recorded by Hally Wood

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