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Parent Issue
Day
2
Month
January
Year
1880
Copyright
Public Domain
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[Some years asro n ehiM'a body was found op the BOUtfa ooast, ha in-r been tbrown there bv thewaves. The parish elerk, on being aske whut should be put on lts jfrave, answered i perplexlty: "Godkuowa. Thla proved a fit Hng epitaph.l Where the tear-fed viöJot btoosut, Where the sbadn thf snnbea;n chases; Where in mosay mRrble lombfl Bleep the dead beneath the d aisles; WhcTc the moirmpr slowly wandora When the bird had sought lts nest, nd muid the frloamlag pondera Over thoae who trauquil rest; Clniids OOroSS tho orirnsoncd pky Hmeward jraily werr oareerütfi Dut In that lone church-yai"d I Ileeded not that nlght waa nearinff. Discords in my bosotn s welling Broke the muslo o' lïfe's songi Formy soul was weary dwelliusr 'Mid the ever-eartbly thi-ong1. p Far wlthln tho stilly shade Oí' a quict. sequestered corner, Where the wild Howera bloom and fade, Gently nurtured by no mourner Was agrave, an Infant's onïy. No one knewthe name she bore; Apk the waves which, dark and lonely. Cast her lifeless on the ehore! O'er the srave a Immble stone Reared ita Uchened head so lowly. Lik e a sent i nel alone, Watching1 'mid the silence hnly. Hlther caine the croaking raven, Prom this etone its weird notes rose; On ite Burface rudely graven VVere the simple words: "God knows." As a moonheam on the pea Charme the Bad winds shrieks to singnff, So these tender wcirds to me Turned my song sweet solace bringng1. Though my thorn-strewn way was dreary, Thougti my feet Found no repose, ï"et my soul, life-wornand weary, Kested iu the thovght: "God knows,"

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Ann Arbor Argus