AFTER.

AFTER.
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One who was rich picked out a spot
High on a noble hill, and there
He built himself a costly tomb,
That all the people might know where
He rested when his work was done,
The marble glistened in the sun;
The white shaft towered in the air.

A toller where the crowds were great
Had love of men big in his heart;
He sang to make the sighing glad.
And preached for peace with all his art.
His song died on bis lips one day.
They laid the ill-elad form away,
From all the costly tombs apart.

Broad paths are beaten to a spot
Watched now with loving, Jealous care;
And rich and poor and great and small
Fare far to stand uncovered there.
High on the hill, seen from below,
A rich tomb stands, but few mon go
To see what name the shaft may hear.
-S. E. Kiser