The Quaker Graveyard. Silas Weir Mitchell (1829-1914). V. Death and Bereavement. Bliss Carman, et al., eds. 1904. The World's Best Poetry. III. Sorrow and Consolation

Bliss Carman, et al., eds. The World’s Best Poetry.
Volume III. Sorrow and Consolation. 1904.

V. Death and Bereavement

The Quaker Graveyard

Silas Weir Mitchell (1829–1914)


FOUR straight brick walls, severely plain,
A quiet city square surround;
A level space of nameless graves,—
The Quakers’ burial-ground.

In gown of gray, or coat of drab,	5
They trod the common ways of life,
With passions held in sternest leash,
And hearts that knew not strife.

To yon grim meeting-house they fared,
With thoughts as sober as their speech,	10
To voiceless prayer, to songless praise,
To hear the elders preach.

Through quiet lengths of days they came,
With scarce a change to this repose;
Of all life’s loveliness they took	15
The thorn without the rose.

But in the porch and o’er the graves,
Glad rings the southward robin’s glee,
And sparrows fill the autumn air
With merry mutiny;	20

While on the graves of drab and gray
The red and gold of autumn lie,
And wilful Nature decks the sod
In gentlest mockery.