So could these words survive all mortal time
And final eyes upon this memory gaze.
The last of course would have no need for rhyme-
Nor need to hear an ancient poet rave.
It is my hope that this brief simple verse
Would bring sweet memory of his dearest past,
And stay his dwelling on that evil curse
That left him here to be the very last.
To call upon the warmth of lover’s eyes;
The gentleness of his sweet mother’s touch;
A child whose truth he gently helped to guide;
Dear hearts exalted that did give so much.
For love remembered can all grief abate,
And smiles not tears should welcome heaven’s gate.

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