I See Around Me Tombstones Grey
I
see
around
me
tombstones
grey
Stretching
their
shadows
far
away.
Beneath
the
turf
my
footsteps
tread
Lie
low
and
lone
the
silent
dead,
Beneath
the
turf,
beneath
the
mould,
Forever
dark,
forever
cold,
And
my
eyes
cannot
hold
the
tears
That
memory
hoards
from
vanished
years
For
Time
and
Death
and
Mortal
pain
Give
wounds
that
will
not
heal
again,
Let
me
remember
half
the
woe
I've
seen
and
heard
and
felt
below,
And
Heaven
itself,
so
pure
and
blest,
Could
never
give
my
spirit
rest,
Sweet
land
of
light!
thy
children
fair
Know
nought
akin
to
our
despair,
Nor
have
they
felt,
nor
can
they
tell
What
tenants
haunt
each
mortal
cell,
What
gloomy
guests
we
hold
within,
Torments
and
madness,
tears
and
sin!
Well,
may
they
live
in
ectasy
Their
long
eternity
of
joy;
At
least
we
would
not
bring
them
down
With
us
to
weep,
with
us
to
groan,
No,
Earth
would
wish
no
other
sphere
To
taste
her
cup
of
sufferings
drear;
She
turns
from
Heaven
with
a
careless
eye
And
only
mourns
that
we
must
die!
Ah
mother,
what
shall
comfort
thee
In
all
this
boundless
misery?
To
cheer
our
eager
eyes
a
while
We
see
thee
smile;
how
fondly
smile!
But
who
reads
not
through
that
tender
glow
Thy
deep,
unutterable
woe:
Indeed
no
dazzling
land
above
Can
cheat
thee
of
thy
children's
love.
We
all,
in
life's
departing
shine,
Our
last
dear
longings
blend
with
thine;
And
struggle
still
and
strive
to
trace
With
clouded
gaze,
thy
darling
face.
We
would
not
leave
our
native
home
For
any
world
beyond
the
Tomb.
No,
rather
on
thy
kindly
breast
Let
us
be
laid
in
lasting
rest;
Or
waken
but
to
share
with
thee
A
mutual
immortality.
