From Quabbin Park Cemetery, Ware, MA:
A thousand children young
as Love Call'd by death to
hear their doom.
Sunday, November 15, 2009
The glass that runs for thee.
From a Rt. 9 cemetery in Savoy, MA:
Oh stop kind reader Lend an ear
Think on the dust that slumbers here
And while you read the fate of me
Think of the glass that runs for thee.
Oh stop kind reader Lend an ear
Think on the dust that slumbers here
And while you read the fate of me
Think of the glass that runs for thee.
Tir na Nog
From a Rt. 9 cemetery in Savoy, MA:
Where crystal streams through endless years
Flow over golden sands
And where the old grow young again
I'll clasp my mother's hands.
Where crystal streams through endless years
Flow over golden sands
And where the old grow young again
I'll clasp my mother's hands.
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