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After life’s fitful fever, the few interred here sleep, doubtless, as sweetly beneath the gigantic oaks in the solemn avenues, as if on breeziest upland of mountain heather.
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Whitelaw Reid
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Reid poetically suggests that those buried beneath the oaks find peace, regardless of the location's past.
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