Poems of Nature (Whittier)/Illustration 15

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The Old Burying-Ground.

The dreariest spot in all the landTo Death they set apart;With scanty grace from Nature's hand,And none from that of Art.
A winding wall of mossy stone,Frost-flung and broken, linesA lonesome acre thinly grownWith grass and wandering vines.The Old Burying-Ground.
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