Poems (Blake)/God's Acre
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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.
Around me rose and lily bloom, 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.
All thought of life and life's unrest 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, The tender, radiant summer skies, In calm, blue silence sweeping.
O birds that sing! O flowers that wave! In vain your joys are given,—The shadow of one little grave Can reach from earth to heaven.