Written For The Troy Times.
These lines were suggested by the myrtle covered graves, protected with boughs of evergreen from the cold of winter,
To-day as I wandered through Oakwood,
Where we lay our loved ones to rest,
The graves that were evergreen covered
Were the ones that to me were the best.
They seemed so like dear little children
Tucked warm in their trundle bed,
And all of them His little children,
This host of the blessed dead.
His child! What a sense of protection
Descends to us from above
As He covers us o'er with His mercy
And binds us down with His love.
Just as the myrtle is covered
By the bough of the evergreen,
So we are held close and protected
In our sleep that comes between.
Waterford, November 16.
S, K.D. "Requiescat in Pace." Troy Times. November 28, 1912: 13 col 1.