Francis William Lauderdale Adams - Gordon's Grave lyrics

All the heat and the glow and the hush of the summer afternoon; the scent of the sweet-briar bush over bowing gra**-blades and broom; the birds that flit and pa**; singing the song he knows, the gra**-hopper in the gra**; the voice of the she-oak boughs. Ah, and the shattered column crowned with the poet's wreath. Who, who keeps silent and solemn his pa**ing place beneath? ~This was a poet that loved God's breath; his life was a pa**ionate quest; he looked down deep in the wells of d**h, and now he is taking his rest.~