Bonaventure is called a graveyard, 
a town of the dead, 
but the few graves are powerless in such a depth of life. 
The rippling of living waters, the song of birds, 
the joyous confidence of flowers, 
the calm, undisturbable grandeur of the oaks, 
mark this place of graves 
as one of the Lord's most favored abodes of life and light.

John Muir on Bonaventure Cemetery, Savannah