God's Acre

WHEN sands of Time have run their course
And mortal heart is stilled,
We render back unto its Source
The dust that He fulfilled;

And in some still, subdued spot
Where all is peace, and they
Who walk the silent paths are taught
To meditate and pray.

We to that dust its rest afford
And dry our idle tears:
For Death is peace, and Peace adored
Reigns here throughout the years.

B.E.F., FRANCE, Sept., 1917.

Media: <html xmlns:tei="http://www.tei-c.org/ns/1.0"><body><h1 align="" class="head">God's Acre</h1><div class="stanza"><p class="line">WHEN sands of Time have run their course</p><p class="line">And mortal heart is stilled,</p><p class="line">We render back unto its Source</p><p class="line">The dust that He fulfilled;</p></div><div class="stanza"><p class="line">And in some still, subdued spot</p><p class="line">Where all is peace, and they</p><p class="line">Who walk the silent paths are taught</p><p class="line">To meditate and pray.</p></div><div class="stanza"><p class="line">We to that dust its rest afford</p><p class="line">And dry our idle tears:</p><p class="line">For Death is peace, and Peace adored</p><p class="line">Reigns here throughout the years.</p></div><p>B.E.F., FRANCE, Sept., 1917.</p></body></html>