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IN A GRAVEYARD by JOHN MILTON HAY

First Line: IN THE DEWY DEPTHS OF THE GRAVEYARD
Last Line: AS SUNLIGHT ON THE DEAD.
Subject(s): CEMETERIES; GRAVEYARDS;
IN the dewy depths of the graveyard
I lie in the tangled grass,
And watch, in the sea of azure,
The white cloud-islands pass.

The birds in the rustling branches
Sing gayly overhead;
Gray stones like sentinel spectres
Are guarding the silent dead.

The early flowers sleep shaded
In the cool green noonday glooms;
The broken light falls shuddering
On the cold white face of the tombs.

Without, the world is smiling
In the infinite love of God,
But the sunlight fails and falters
When it falls on the churchyard sod.

On me the joyous rapture
Of a heart's first love is shed,
But it falls on my heart as coldly
As sunlight on the dead.



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