IN the white moonlight, where the willow waves, He halfway gallops among the graves— A tiny ghost in the gloom and gleam, Content to dwell where the dead men dream,
But wary still! For they plot him ill; For the graveyard rabbit hath a charm (May God defend us!) to shield from harm. Over the shimmering slabs he goes— Every grave in the dark he knows; But his nest is hidden from human eye Where headstones broken on old graves lie. Wary still! For they plot him ill; For the graveyard rabbit, though sceptics scoff, Charmeth the witch and the wizard off!
The black man creeps, when the night is dim, Fearful, still, on the track of him; Or fleetly follows the way he runs, For he heals the hurts of the conjured ones. Wary still! For they plot him ill; The soul’s bewitched that would find release,— To the graveyard rabbit go for peace!
He holds their secret—he brings a boon Where winds moan wild in the dark o’ the moon; And gold shall glitter and love smile sweet To whoever shall sever his furry feet!
Wary still! For they plot him ill; For the graveyard rabbit hath a charm (May God defend us!) to shield from harm.
Wednesday, January 7, 2009
Postcard Collection...Report No. Four
Last week I showed a Canton, Ohio postcard. Here is another one. This is one of Mrs. McKinley coming to visit her husband's grave. She visited daily.
I am always amazed at the postcards that can be found. It is really a peek into history.
History, cemeteries, genealogy and family..my life is complete. LOL!!