Page:All quiet along the Potomac and other poems.djvu/69

Rh  Though our tears and bitter wailing Well attest our agony. Calm and silent, calm and silent, Never clod beloved wakes, Though remorse sits close beside it, And the heart repentant breaks.

Serve and wait, for when beyond us Lives float off to yonder shore, Never word or loving service Can we render evermore. And that river may be near us, In this murky light unseen, So let us strew along its borders Boughs of living evergreen.





COMMON day, of sun and shade, To you will come the morrow; Alas! the August clasping bears Date of a year-old sorrow,

That trod at first on autumn leaves, Then peered through Christmas holly, Went wailing through the snow of March With plaintive melancholy.

It dimmed the eyes of violets, Cankered all summer roses, 