Her hand had led them to "the uttermost edge of the morning that had no noon."
........Her hand buried them????
Why wait to say these words over a coffin wherein lies a wasted, weary, gray-haired woman, whose eyes have so long held that pathetic story of loss and suffering and patient yearning which so many women's eyes reveal - to those who read.
which so many women's eyes reveal..........which=that pathetic story of loss and suffering and patient yearning???
to those who read..............to those who bother to read from their eyes?