Scottish Poetry Selection
- An Old Churchyard
An Old ChurchyardGreat, quiet trees around it sleep
Till merles have found their evensong:
Old pastures where the grass is deep
And morning lays the shadows long,
And cattle, gentle-eyed and slow,
Move silent-footed to and fro.
A fair Godís Acre! But to-day
No sigh disturbs the silence there;
No startled bird suspends its lay
To listen to the sound of prayer;
And many a year of moss has grown
Above its last memorial stone.
Once from a little hamlet near,
The round-backed weavers of its past
Would come to leave a brother here
Whose shuttle then had throbbed its last;
And slow dispersing home, resume
The long-houred patience of the loom.
But there no maid is wooed or wed;
No mother knits beside the door;
And even this hamlet of their dead
Has closed its tale for evermore.
Yet sweet the vanished village lies
As if it slept in Paradise.
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