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102 Fr. S. Procházka (b. 1861).

Blade of grass so verdant,
 * Growing o'er my mound,

I see thee rising higher
 * Than the rising ground.

From the ground a blossom
 * Nods its head to me;

O'er me a finch is singing
 * In the alder-tree.

The stone doth not oppress me,
 * Underneath earth's breast;

So tenderly and gently
 * By me it doth rest.

And a maiden cometh,
 * And she droops her head ;

A tearlet, pearly-gleaming,
 * In memory she doth shed.

"" (1901).