Rosemary and Pansies

<h2><SPAN name="TOWARD_SUNRISE" id="TOWARD_SUNRISE"></SPAN>TOWARD SUNRISE</h2> <div class="poetry"> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> <span class="i2">When, in old days, our fathers came<br/></span> <span class="i4">To bury low their dead,<br/></span> <span class="i2">Unto the far-off eastern sky<br/></span> <span class="i4">They turned the narrow bed.<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i2">They laid the sleeper on his couch<br/></span> <span class="i4">With firm and simple faith<br/></span> <span class="i2">That cloudless morn would surely come<br/></span> <span class="i4">To end the night of death;<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">And thus they sought to place him where,<br/></span> <span class="i4">When life’s clear sun should rise,<br/></span> <span class="i2">Its earliest rays might wakening fall<br/></span> <span class="i4">Across his close-sealed eyes.<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i2">Like a faint fragrance lingering on<br/></span> <span class="i4">Throughout unnumbered years,<br/></span> <span class="i2">Still in our country burial-grounds<br/></span> <span class="i4">The custom sweet appears;<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i2">Still, when the light of life from eyes<br/></span> <span class="i4">Beloved is withdrawn,<br/></span> <span class="i2">The sleepers’ dreamless beds are made<br/></span> <span class="i4">Facing the looked-for dawn.<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i2">There, as the seasons pass, they seem<br/></span> <span class="i4">Serenely to await<br/></span> <span class="i2">The certain radiance of that Morn<br/></span> <span class="i4">That cometh soon or late.<br/></span> <span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="page_52" id="page_52">{52}</SPAN></span></div> </div></div> <div style="break-after:column;"></div><br />