From Main Street Cemetery, Keene, NH:
Then as these eyes grow dim,
Chant ye her best loved hymn
While from yon church lower's brim
A soft chime swells
Her freed soul floats in bliss,
To unseen worlds from this
Nor knows in which it is
She hears the bells.
Wednesday, July 8, 2009
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