BURIED to-day. When the soft green buds are bursting out, And up on the south wind comes a shout Of village boys and girls at play In the mild spring evening gray. Taken away Sturdy of heart and stout of limb, From eyes that drew half their light from him, And put low, low, underneath the clay, In his spring -- on this spring day. Passes away All the pride of boy-life begun, All the hope of life yet to run; Who dares to question when One saith "Nay." Murmur not -- only pray. Enters to-day Another body in churchyard sod, Another soul on the life in God. HIS Christ was buried -- and lives alway: Trust Him, and go your way. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...NURSING HOME: THE CANARY by KAREN SWENSON BY THE POTOMAC by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH HEREDITY by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH L. OF G.'S PURPORT by WALT WHITMAN PENISKEE by THOMAS GOLD APPLETON BALLDE DES PENDUS by THEODORE FAULLAIN DE BANVILLE EPITAPH ON THE TOMBSTONE OF A CHILD, LAST OF SEVEN THAT DIED BEFORE by APHRA BEHN |