Gordon's Grave

Francis William Lauderdale Adams

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All the heat and the glow and the hush
of the summer afternoon;
the scent of the sweetbrier bush
over bowing grass-blades and broom;

the birds that flit and pass;
singing the song he knows,
the grasshopper in the grass;
the voice of the she-oak boughs.

Ah, and the shattered column
crowned with the poet's wreath.
Who, who keeps silent and solemn
his passing place beneath?

~This was a poet that loved God's breath;
his life was a passionate quest;
he looked down deep in the wells of death,
and now he is taking his rest.~

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