GOD'S ACRE.
Where God's fair acre rests enthroned
Above the sloping meadow,
I sit beside the wee, wee mound
That holds my heart in shadow.
Above the sloping meadow,
I sit beside the wee, wee mound
That holds my heart in shadow.
Around me rose and lily bloom,
Above the wild bird passes,
And violets faint with love's perfume
Lie hid in tall, green grasses.
Above the wild bird passes,
And violets faint with love's perfume
Lie hid in tall, green grasses.
The city's clustered steeples gleam,
Near thought of heaven bestowing,
As if in some fair pictured dream,
Across the landscape showing.
Near thought of heaven bestowing,
As if in some fair pictured dream,
Across the landscape showing.
All thought of life and life's unrest
Are hushed within this portal,
The peace that fills each quiet breast
Breathes only love immortal.
Are hushed within this portal,
The peace that fills each quiet breast
Breathes only love immortal.
And yet—and yet—my heavy eyes
Can scarcely see for weeping,
Can scarcely see for weeping,
