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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Bessie Trissell 1891-1914 Alas my friends, I finally know the truth now, So here it is, straight out, The real truth, which resides in a world, Brimming with insidious lies. My dear friends, come, Come to this aged receptacle of the truly alive. Shh! Sit still, here in the leafy shadows, And just ponder for a spell, Disquiet yourselves, Meditate calmly and know this- Know that this restful peaceful oasis, Is the great equalizer indeed, The great and forbidding bed of death, Where all sleep in the twilight of time, Where all must finally come to find eternal rest. Know too, that here, sleeping motionless, Under this unsounded sod, Are the proud and the meek, The white of face and the black too, All free now in their moist chilly tombs. Here too are the rich and the poor alike! Where I am, your money and gold are worthless, Worthless as the dirt here, And your possessions, once owned by you, Now belong to someone else, who One day indeed, will be here too, The once happy and the sad, Believers in God, and the foolish alike, The young and the old, the Powerful and downtrodden, The brave and the afraid indeed! All are here now, resting, resting, sleeping. Stop breathing yourselves now, and sit still. Sit easy and listen, here In the wind-disturbed silence, Of densely dark Mt. Olive Cemetery. Shh! They are lurking as coy ghosts now, They sigh in sweet whispers. They know the truth indeed! My friends, come join us now, Come and we will tell thee! For we are all free now, Resting, Resting, sleeping In our moist chilly tombs.
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