IX A CEMETERY., I caimpt love these trim and ordered graves, Set in straight rows, each with its monument, So heavily defying earth's intent— The deep oblivion that the still dust craves; 1 would ba lonely by the surging waves, Or in rare company—where soldiers spent Their dedicated lives, and rest content With their crude crosses, built of rotting staves. Leave me unknown- where long sweet grasses stir, With tuvwers and little wild feet overrun, Where t>& spring wind shall be my mea- _ sen<j>, . Voicing she radiant freedom I have won. Let the wide planei; be my sepulchre, My casual ministraota h.er stonn ana eun. 1 c. Smith/
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Evening Star, Issue 17365, 29 May 1920, Page 10
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108Page 10 Advertisements Column 1 Evening Star, Issue 17365, 29 May 1920, Page 10
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