In Trinity Church-Yard At Sunset

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Title:     In Trinity Church-Yard At Sunset
Author: Thomas S. Jones [More Titles by Jones]

How still they sleep within the city moil
In their old church-yard with its sighing trees,
Where sometimes through the din a twilight breeze
Makes one forget the busy streets of toil;
But they have little thought of worldly spoil
Or the great gain of mortal victories,
Their hopes, their dreams, are cold and dead as these
Quaint, time-worn gravestones crumbling on the soil.

Yet they once lived and struggled years ago;
Their hearts beat madly as these hearts of ours--
And now is all undone in dreamless rest?
See, a great city stands against the glow--
Their city, they who here beneath the flowers
Have known so long God's gift of peace, most blest!

[The end]
Thomas S. Jones's poem: In Trinity Church-Yard At Sunset

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