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WITHIN this lowly grave a Conqueror lies	A
And yet the monument proclaims it not	B
Nor round the sleeper s name hath chisel wrought	C
The emblems of a fame that never dies	A
Ivy and amaranth in a graceful sheaf	D
Twined with the laurel s fair imperial leaf	D
A simple name alone	E
To the great world unknown	E
Is graven here and wild flowers rising round	F
Meek meadow sweet and violets of the ground	F
Lean lovingly against the humble stone	E
	-
Here in the quiet earth they laid apart	G
No man of iron mould and bloody hands	H
Who sought to wreak upon the cowering lands	H
The passions that consumed his restless heart	G
But one of tender spirit and delicate frame	I
Gentlest in mien and mind	J
Of gentle womankind	J
Timidly shrinking from the breath of blame	I
One in whose eyes the smile of kindness made	J
Its haunts like flowers by sunny brooks in May	K
Yet at the thought of others pain a shade	J
Of sweeter sadness chased the smile away	K
	-
Nor deem that when the hand that moulders here	L
Was raised in menace realms were chilled with fear	M
And armies mustered at the sign as when	N
Clouds rise on clouds before the rainy East	J
Gray captains leading bands of veteran men	N
And fiery youths to be the vulture s feast	J
Not thus were waged the mighty wars that gave	O
The victory to her who fills this grave	O
Alone her task was wrought	J
Alone the battle fought	J
Through that long strife her constant hope was stayed	J
On God alone nor looked for other aid	J
	-
She met the hosts of Sorrow with a look	P
That altered not beneath the frown they wore	Q
And soon the lowering brood were tamed and took	P
Meekly her gentle rule and frowned no more	Q
Her soft hand put aside the assaults of wrath	R
And calmly broke in twain	S
The fiery shafts of pain	S
And rent the nets of passion from her path	R
By that victorious hand despair was slain	S
With love she vanquished hate and overcame	I
Evil with good in her Great Master s name	I
	-
Her glory is not of this shadowy state	J
Glory that with the fleeting season dies	A
But when she entered at the sapphire gate	J
What joy was radiant in celestial eyes	A
How heaven s bright depths with sounding welcomes rung	T
And flowers of heaven by shining hands were flung	T
And He who long before	Q
Pain scorn and sorrow bore	Q
The Mighty Sufferer with aspect sweet	J
Smiled on the timid stranger from his seat	J
He who returning glorious from the grave	O
Dragged Death disarmed in chains a crouching slave	O
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See as I linger here the sun grows low	U
Cool airs are murmuring that the night is near	M
Oh gentle sleeper from thy grave I go	U
Consoled though sad in hope and yet in fear	M
Brief is the time I know	U
The warfare scarce begun	V
Yet all may win the triumphs thou hast won	V
Still flows the fount whose waters strengthened thee	W
The victors names are yet too few to fill	X
Heaven s mighty roll the glorious armory	W
That ministered to thee is open still	X

William Cullen Bryant

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