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Stedman and Hutchinson, comps. A Library of American Literature:
An Anthology in Eleven Volumes. 1891.
Vols. IX–XI: Literature of the Republic, Part IV., 1861–1889

Implora Pace

By Charles Lotin Hildreth (1856–1896)

[From The Masque of Death, and Other Poems. 1889.]

In the Cemetery of Certosa.

I STOOD within the cypress gloom

Where old Ferrara’s dead are laid,

And mused on many a sculptured tomb

Moss-grown and mouldering in the shade.

And there was one the eye might pass,

And careless foot might tread upon

A crumbling tablet in the grass,

With weeds and wild vines overrun.

In the dim light I stooped to trace

The lines the time-worn marble bore,

Of reverent praise or prayer for grace—

“Implora Pace!”—nothing more.

Name, fame, and rank, if any were,

Had long since vanished from the stone,

Leaving the meek, pathetic prayer,

“Peace I implore!” and this alone.