| Andrew Macphail, comp. The Book of Sorrow. 1916. | | | I. Serenity
In Beechwood Cemetery | | By Archibald Lampman (1861–1899) |
| | | HERE the dead sleep—the quiet dead. No sound | |
| Disturbs them ever, and no storm dismays. | |
| Winter mid snow caresses the tired ground, | |
| And the wind roars about the woodland ways. | |
| Springtime and summer and red autumn pass, | 5 |
| With leaf and bloom and pipe of wind and bird, | |
| And the old earth puts forth her tender grass, | |
| By them unfelt, unheeded and unheard. | |
| Our centuries to them are but as strokes | |
| In the dim gamut of some far-off chime. | 10 |
| Unaltering rest their perfect being cloaks— | |
| A thing too vast to hear or feel or see— | |
| Children of Silence and Eternity, | |
| They know no season but the end of time. | | | | |
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