Jason Elmer Hammond

“ The thoughts we are thinking our fathers would think;
From the death we are shrinking our fathers would shrink;
To the life we are clinging they also would cling,
But it speeds for us all like a bird on the wing. ”

“ They joyed, but the tongue of their gladness is dumb.
They died, aye! they died; we things that are now
That walk on the turf that lies over their brow,
And make of their dwellings a transient abode. ”