Beneath these shades, beside yon winding stream, <br />Lies Hawthorne's manly form, the mortal part! <br />The soul, that loved to meditate and dream, <br />Might linger here unwilling to depart, <br />But that a higher life has called away <br />To fairer scenes, to nobler work and thought. <br />Why should the spirit then on earth delay, <br />That has a glimpse of such bright regions caught! <br />And near another, Nature's child, doth rest,— <br />Thoreau, who loved each woodland path to tread; <br />So gently sleeping on his mother's breast! <br />Living, though numbered with the numerous dead. <br />We mourn! But hope will whisper in the heart, <br />We meet again and meet no more to part.<br /><br />Jones Very<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/on-visiting-the-graves-of-hawthorne-and-thoreau/
