The New England magazine . n its early days Mound Cemetery wasfar removed from the noise and bustle ofthe little village. Now it lies in the veryheart of the city; the hum of the electriccars disturbs its calm repose, and the merryvoices of schoolchildren as they pass to andfro echo around the beautiful mound. Butits gates seldom open to admit the silentcaravan, for the streets of this City of theDead have been thickly settled for manyyears. PROGRESS By ALDIS DUNBAR ; Be thou not held in thrall of Yesterday. Fling off his rusting chain of up! Draw breath in freedom; and away To
The New England magazine . n its early days Mound Cemetery wasfar removed from the noise and bustle ofthe little village. Now it lies in the veryheart of the city; the hum of the electriccars disturbs its calm repose, and the merryvoices of schoolchildren as they pass to andfro echo around the beautiful mound. Butits gates seldom open to admit the silentcaravan, for the streets of this City of theDead have been thickly settled for manyyears. PROGRESS By ALDIS DUNBAR ; Be thou not held in thrall of Yesterday. Fling off his rusting chain of up! Draw breath in freedom; and away To rule thy servant,— the strong Hour That Is! THE SEA-SHELL By VIRNA SHEARD O fairy palace of pink and pearlFrescoed with filigree silver-whiteDown in the silence beneath the sea,God by Himself must have fashioned theeJust for His own delight! But no! For a dumb, insensate thing,Stirring in darkness its little hour,He built thy walls with infinite care,Thou sea-scented house, so fine and fair;Perfect — and like a
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