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SUCCESSIVE GENERATIONS
Where sun-rays slant among green-tufted firs
The old dead forests moulder mound on mound;
Deaf to the music that the summer stirs,
Blind to the fluttering banners of the sky.
Death's antique mystery enwraps them round
Where underneath the newer roots they lie,
The older generations of the ground.
The old dead forests moulder mound on mound;
Deaf to the music that the summer stirs,
Blind to the fluttering banners of the sky.
Death's antique mystery enwraps them round
Where underneath the newer roots they lie,
The older generations of the ground.
Where flickering shade the noon's gay sunlight blurs,
Still ranks of fir-trees rise by death unbound,
And breathe out breath as sweet as eastern myrrhs.
Their linkèd lives the centuries defy;
Their heads the raindrop and the star have crowned,
Though underneath their newer roots now lie
The older generations of the ground.
Still ranks of fir-trees rise by death unbound,
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Their linkèd lives the centuries defy;
Their heads the raindrop and the star have crowned,
Though underneath their newer roots now lie
The older generations of the ground.
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