 | The poetical works of John Greenleaf Whittier |  |
Andrew Rykman's dead and gone;
You can see his leaning slate
In the graveyard, and thereon
Read his name and date.
You can see his leaning slate
In the graveyard, and thereon
Read his name and date.
“Trust is truer than our fears,”
Runs the legend through the moss,
“Gain is not in added years,
Nor in death is loss.”
Runs the legend through the moss,
“Gain is not in added years,
Nor in death is loss.”
Still the feet that thither trod,
All the friendly eyes are dim;
Only Nature, now, and God
Have a care for him.
All the friendly eyes are dim;
Only Nature, now, and God
Have a care for him.
There the dews of quiet fall,
Singing birds and soft winds stray:
Shall the tender Heart of all
Be less kind than they?
Singing birds and soft winds stray:
Shall the tender Heart of all
Be less kind than they?
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What he was and what he is
They who ask may haply find,
If they read this prayer of his
Which he left behind.
They who ask may haply find,
If they read this prayer of his
Which he left behind.
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