Dark hills at evening in the west,
Where sunset hovers like a sound
Of golden horns that sang to rest
Old bones of warriors under ground,
Far now from all the bannered ways
Where flash the legions of the sun,
You fade--as if the last of days
Were fading, and all wars were done.
(The Dark Hills by Edward Arlington Robinson, first published in 1920)
O Memory! thou midway world
‘Twixt earth and paradise,
Where things decayed and loved ones lost
In dreamy shadows rise,
And, freed from all that's earthly vile,
Seem hallowed, pure, and bright,
Like scenes in some enchanted isle,
All bathed in liquid light.
(Verses 2 and 3 from My Childhood's Home I See Again, a poem written by Abraham Lincoln and published in the Quincy [Illinois] Whig by editor Andrew Johnston, 1847)
And am I born to die
To lay this body down
And must my trembling spirit fly
Into a world unknown
(first verse of 47b Idumea from The Sacred Harp hymnal, original text by Charles Wesley)
A tended cemetery is itself a living creature of earth and candles and flowers. But when there are no living to remember the stories and faces and names of a cemetery's dead, a cemetery dies.
(Time's Magpie by Myla Goldberg)
Es heißt nicht sterben
Lebt man in den Herzen
der Menschen fort, die man
(Zitat auf einem Grabstein auf dem jüdischen Friedhof Ullstadt, ursprünglich aus dem Buch Charakter vom schottischen Schriftsteller und Reformer Samuel Smiles)
Media vita in morte sumus (Unknown, ca. 750 A.D.)
"Even as are the generations of leaves, such are those also of men. As for the leaves, the wind scattereth some upon the earth, but the forest, as it bourgeons, putteth forth others when the season of spring is come; even so of men one generation springeth up and another passeth away."
Homer [The Iliad, Book VI, 146-149].
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