SWAYING TREE TOPS 



rising, go their paths, retracing the 

 steps that brought them there, how 

 far they would wander, how widely 

 they would separate! From hamlet, 

 valley, and city they have been gath- 

 ered to their rest. Ambitions, loves, 

 and earthly business led them, when 

 alive, everywhere about their individ- 

 ual pursuits. Their interests were 

 large. Their names were known, 

 perhaps famed, possibly revered. 

 Some stir they made among men. 

 But now they have been gathered to 

 that spot, and all that tells they ever 

 were, and where the green sod lies 

 undulated above them, is that group 

 of white stones on the brow of the 

 hill. To the observer they are not 

 only rounded with a sleep, but un- 

 known save by a stone. 



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