Explore "Lines, on Visiting Pine Grove Cemetery" by Mary Baker Eddy on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
/ Ah, why should the brief bliss of life's little day / Grow cold in this spot as the spiritless clay, / And thought be at work with the long-buried hours, / And tears be bedewing these fresh-smiling flowers!
/ Ah, wherefore the memory of dear ones deemed dead / Should bow thee, as winds bow the tall willow's head! / Beside you they walk while you weep, and but pass / From your sight as the shade o'er the dark wavy grass.