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In The Mourning Fields
The breast of the Carolina wren sighs, and the tinge of autumn glorifies the silent beauty of his engraved name on marble and granite, a tribute to the youth bridegroom known for the cherish of his gleaming love he had in life. A cascading veil of lace, white roses, teardrops, a pall cast over his bride and nuptial guests. Hail him, with his heart that had goodness, generosity, and joy. The bridegroom died on his wedding morn. In a passage of mortal to eternal, the sparrows dedicate sorrow in autumnal songs to him. His betrothed stands in the grass, her groom, her love, in September’s embrace, In the mourning fields. North Carolina bereavement is everlasting, in her mountains of gold and crimson, her Piedmont, her coast. Such lament aflame- unbridled in its pain. Our paean rings of his song, his tragic journey to join the Lord and His angels, as the mist shrouds envelop his bride, in the mourning fields. ~
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