| Show I MEMORY Gods God's Acre Acres on a a. summers summer's day dayI I stopped before a shaft of ot marble tall Rich men thought are favored after all In splendor and In luxury sleeps their clay From earth their memory does not pass away While round about the poor neath markers small Sleep in oblivion seldom seen at all Arid And then hen it seemed 1 I heard the great man say Envy me not this monument of ot stone Look to that modest grave grave across the wa way His memory by those simple flowers is shown Placed there b by loving hands but yesterday Still come the thc living to his humble plot I sleep neath marble but I am forgot Co Copyright right 1 1926 26 Edgar A. A Guest I J 1 |