The Nest Among the Graves
By Mrs. Sigourney.
- The cloudless sun went down
- Upon a church-yard scene,
- And there a quiet nest I marked
- Hid in an evergreen,
- As wandering mid the hallowed mound,
- With velvet verdure drest,
- I paused where two sweet sisters lay
- In death's unbroken rest.
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- There was a marble seat
- Beside that couch of clay,
- Where oft the mournful mother sat
- To pluck the weeds away,
- And blest each infant bud
- And every blossom fair,
- That breath a sigh of fragrance round
- The idols of her care.
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- The unfledged birds had flown
- Far from their nest away,
- Yet still within the imprisoning tomb
- Those gentle sleepers lay;
- But surely as those bright winged birds
- Forsook the sheltering tree,
- And soared with joyous shout to heaven
- Such shall their rising be.
May 15, 1846. Burlington Free Press 19(50): 1.