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[49] A winding wall of mossy stone,
     Frost-flung and broken, lines
A lonesome acre thinly grown
     With grass and wandering vines.

Without the wall a birch-tree shows
     Its drooped and tasselled head;
Within, a stag-horned sumach grows,
     Fern-leafed, with spikes of red.

There, sheep that graze the neighboring plain
     Like white ghosts come and go,
The farm-horse drags his fetlock chain,
     The cow-bell tinkles slow.

Low moans the river from its bed,
     The distant pines reply;
Like mourners shrinking from the dead,
     They stand apart and sigh.

Unshaded smites the summer sun,
     Unchecked the winter blast;
The school-girl learns the place to shun,
     With glances backward cast.

For thus our fathers testified,
     That he might read who ran,
The emptiness of human pride,
     The nothingness of man.

They dared not plant the grave with flowers,
     Nor dress the funeral sod,
Where, with a love as deep as ours,
     They left their dead with God.

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