Sutherland's Grave 'Tis holy ground! The silent silver lights And darks undreamed of, falling year by year Upon his sleep, in soft Australian nights, Are joys enough for him who lieth here So sanctified with Rest. We need not rear The storied monument o'er such a spot! That soul, the first for whom the Christian tear Was shed on Austral soil, hath heritage Most ample! Let the ages wane with age, The grass which clothes this grave shall wither not. See yonder quiet lily! Have the blights Of many winters left it on a faded tomb?* Oh, peace! Its fellows, glad with green delights, Shall gather round it deep eternal bloom! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...GETTING A WORD IN by JAMES GALVIN FOR THE NEW YEAR by EDWIN MARKHAM DOMESDAY BOOK: LOVERIDGE CHASE by EDGAR LEE MASTERS MY LIGHT WITH YOURS by EDGAR LEE MASTERS OCTAVES: 15 by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON THEME IN YELLOW by CARL SANDBURG DEDICATION OF THE FIRST SONNETS TO A FRIEND ... by GEORGE SANTAYANA |