The Churchyard in the World

I WANDERED far in the wold,
And after the heat and glare
I came at eve to a churchyard old:
The yew-trees seemed at prayer.

And around me was dust in dust;
And the fleeting light; and Repose;
And the infinite pathos of human trust
In a God whom no man knows.
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