"THERE WAS A GARDEN, AND IN THE GARDEN A NEW SEPULCHRE." WHAT myriads throng, in proud array, With songs of joy, and flags unfurled, To consecrate the glorious day, That gave a nation to the world! We raise no shout, no trumpet sound, No banner to the breeze we spread; Children of clay! bend humbly round; We plant a city to the dead, For man a garden rose in bloom, When you glad sun began to burn; He fell — and heard the awful doom — "Of dust thou art — to dust return!" But HE, in whose pure faith we come, Who in a gloomier garden lay, Assured us of a brighter home, And rose, and led the glorious way. HIS word we trust! When life shall end, Here be our long, long slumber passed; To the @3first@1 garden's doom we bend, And bless the promise of the @3last@1. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FOR YOU O DEMOCRACY by WALT WHITMAN WE KNOW by MARTHA TAYLOR BROWN THE BUTTERFLY'S MADRIGAL by FRANK GELETT BURGESS OLD AND YOUNG by CHRISTOPHER PEARSE CRANCH IDEA: 31. TO THE CRITIC by MICHAEL DRAYTON INSCRIPTION FOR A WELL IN MEMORY OF THE MARTYRS OF THE WAR by RALPH WALDO EMERSON |