'O PASSENGER, pray list and catch Our sighs and piteous groans, Half stifled in this jumbled patch Of wrenched memorial stones! 'We late-lamented, resting here, Are mixed to human jam, And each to each exclaims in fear, "I know not which I am!" 'The wicked people have annexed The verses on the good; A roaring drunkard sports the text Teetotal Tommy should! 'Where we are huddled none can trace, And if our names remain, They pave some path or porch or place Where we have never lain! 'Here's not a modest maiden elf But dreads the final Trumpet, Lest half of her should rise herself, And half some sturdy strumpet! 'From restorations of Thy fane, From smoothings of Thy sward, From zealous Churchmen's pick and plane Deliver us O Lord! Amen!' | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BY THE ALMA RIVER by DINAH MARIA MULOCK CRAIK EPICUREAN by WILLIAM JAMES LINTON THE SPOUSE TO THE BELOVED by WILLIAM BALDWIN SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 41. TO THE 'UNKNOWABLE' GOD by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) VERSES, OCCASIONED BY AN AFFECTING INSTANCE OF SUDDEN DEATH by BERNARD BARTON ON RETURN FROM THE SHORE by HELEN IFFLA BAY WERE IT ONLY NOW by A. W. BELL |