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Please sign in to see more. Beneath the roots of tangled weeds,
Afar in country graveyards lie
The men whose unrecorded deeds
Have stamped this nation's destiny.
We praise the present stock and man;
But have we ever thought to praise
The strong, still, humble lives that ran
The deep cut channels of those days?
Beneath these tottering slabs of slate
Whose tribute moss and mold efface,
Sleeps the calm dust that made us great,
The true substratum of our race!
By: J. Buchanan in Munsey.
(found in "The Doolittle Family, Part III")
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