Elegy
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In the village churchyard she lies,
Dust in her beautiful eyes,
No more she breathes, nor feels, nor stirs."
Longfellow- In The Churchyard at Cambridge, Verse 1
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I visit with roses and tears,
kneeling upon the grass in prayers;
her grave in the shade of a hill.
Her fate was written and God's will !
I remember mother with love,
in my heart, though she dwells above;
I love her and hold her close still.
Her fate was written and God's will !
I cannot see her face, or smile,
nor can mother's sweet voice beguile;
there was no hope for she was ill.
Her fate was written and God's will !
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November 27, 2019
Poetry/Kyrielle/Elegy
Copyright Protected, ID 19-1203-625-02
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Inspired by the above quote by Longfellow
FGI Blog Series 16 - elegy
Brian Strand
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