Call for the Robin-redbreast and the Wren

Call for the robin-redbreast and the wren,Since o'er shady groves they hoverAnd with leaves and flowers do coverThe friendless bodies of unburied men.Call unto his funeral doleThe ant, the field-mouse, and the mole,To rear him hillocks that shall keep him warmAnd, when gay tombs are robb'd, sustain no harm;But keep the wolf far thence, that's foe to men,For with his nails he'll dig them up again.