![]() ![]() In full relief, and those dark sentinels seem to guard the dead. The moon rises over the cleared fields, showing anĪmphitheatre of distant woods, the cedar-mound stands out The sleepers from his noonday beams and when The cedars with his brightest morning hue they shelter Herself the rose that blossoms on her grave! The sun gilds My noble brothers, and my poor cousin Anna, who planted ![]() Who looked like a sunbeam on the world and passedĪway my first-born, he who was twined to my heart's pulsesīy ties as strong as those which call up its natural vibration Grandparents the mother who gave me being the baby-sister, I sometimes feel a joy that all are here - my One inscription there, for we were as one. In that enclosure, sacred to the domestic dead. I have to tell of the fair, the good, and the brave who sleep One princely monument to my grandfather, and hear the tale Lead me to the spot where they may spell the inscription on Those words ring on the ear of memory! My children love to My children are frolicking on the lawn where myįirst footsteps were watched by tender parents, and one of thoseĬircling cedars. Which I sported in childhood, still spread their strong arms, and rustle Sail, passes along, and the woods echo to the song or the horn of the Occasionally a flat, with its sluggish motion, or a boat, with its urging Glitters like a lake before me, reflecting the sky and the bending foliage. “He sought him through the bands of fight, Mid many a pile of slaughtered dead, Beneath the pale moon's misty light, With form that shuddered at each tread: For every step in blood was taken.” W. In some sweet solitude like this I would That I might sleep my last long dreamless sleep.” ANNA MARIA WELLS. (Perchance the heart that deeply mourns needs not Such poor remembrancer.) The forest flowers Themselves had fondly clustered there - and white Azalias with sweet breath stood round about, Like fair young maidens mourning o'er their dead. Few gravestones told who slept beneath the turf. “Onward, O'ershadowed more by the green underwood, Some slight-raised mounds showed where the dead were laid. ![]()
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