This is the Day–
This very hour we pass among the sacred mounds
In Elmpark.
Our thoughts are of the dead.
Yesterday they lived and loved and
Answered duty’s call.
And now – – they lie beneath the scented blooms.
Why should we weep?
Encompassed in His care – –
We are His sheep
At God’s behest we lay our burdens down – –
No more can blasted hopes cause tears
Nor grief subdue.
In dreamless sleep, one should be glad to rest
Beneath the green – –
& fragrant flowers of Elmpark.