Dearest condolences,

t’was, alas, thy time to be ever taken

for thine power doth wain by season

yea shalt thy lordship be forsaken

a dream, mere vagary—— a twilight treason

borne of rebellious spirit thou were

but to the ends of showing divide

bound to thine way, so thou occured

now broken, buried into Life of Christ

Here lies Death forevermore

whose grip was flame, a fiery torch

now frail and feint, a feather bore

—— rests here, e’er silent, ‘neath Heaven’s roar