The grass shall never forget this grave. <br />When homeward footing it in the sun <br />After the weary ride by rail, <br />The stripling soldiers passed her door, <br />Wounded perchance, or wan and pale, <br />She left her household work undone - <br />Duly the wayside table spread, <br />With evergreens shaded, to regale <br />Each travel-spent and grateful one. <br />So warm her heart, childless, unwed, <br />Who like a mother comforted.<br /><br />Herman Melville<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-mound-by-the-lake/
