Park Benjamin

  • Nigh to a grave that was newly made,
    Leaned a sexton old on his earth-worn spade;
    His work was done, and he paused to wait
    The funeral train at the open gate.
    A relic of bygone days was he,
    And his locks were white as the foamy sea;
    And these words...

  • Nigh to a grave that was newly made,
    Leaned a sexton old on his earth-worn spade;
    His work was done, and he paused to wait
    The funeral train at the open gate.
    A relic of bygone days was he,
    And his locks were white as the foamy sea;
    And these words...