I Measure Every Grief I Meet

   
I measure every Grief I meet  
According to my Log,  
And make a mark when e’er repeat  
To rudder through the fog.  
 
A sexton with a feather’d quill,  
The columns may accord.  
As gentle Keeper of the Will,  
And noted for the Lord.  
 
A thankless task to other men,  
As diggers from the Past.  
But humble servant that I am,  
With Lists of ev’ry caste.  
 
My suit of rags is rent and torn,  
To walk among the Dead.  
Save only for the Mac’ I’ve worn  
That keeps rain off my head.  
 
The honor for the hosts interred  
Millenniums to rot,  
As long as I’ve a feather’d quill,  
They shall not be forgot.  
 
 
 
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A sexton = a person who looks after church grounds, and formerly as a gravedigger.