Fred Cleaveland Poet Rhyme

I Follow

I follow, tottering, in the funeral train
That bears my body to the welcoming grave.
As those I mourn not, that entomb the brave,
But smile as those that lay aside the vain;

To me it is a thing of poor disdain,
    A clod I would not give a sigh to save!
I follow, careless, in the funeral train,
    My outworn raiment to the cleansing grave.

I follow to the grave with growing pain—
    Then sudden cry: Let Earth take what she gave!
    And turn in gladness from the yawning cave—
Glad even for those whose tears yet flow again:
They also follow, in their funeral train,
    Outworn necessities to the welcoming grave!

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