In Beechwood Cemetery Commemoration

In the western part of Beechwood Cemetery the plaque with the poem, In Beechwood Cemetery, by Archibald Lampman occupies a large stone on the north side of the entrance way across from the administrative building.

IN BEECHWOOD CEMETERY

Here the dead sleep–the quiet dead. No sound
Disturbs them ever, and no storm dismays.
Winter and snow caresses the tired ground,
And the wind roars about the woodland ways.
Springtime and summer and red autumn pass,
With leaf and bloom and pipe of wind and bird,
And the old earth puts forth her tender grass,
By them unfelt, unheeded and unheard.
Our centuries to them are but as strokes
In the dim gamut of some far-off chime,
Unaltering rest their perfect being cloaks
A thing to vast to hear or feel or see
Children of Silence and Eternity,
They know no season but the end of time.

Archibald Lampman
Composed – August 17, 1894