Where beauty comes to light through praising eyes,
Assails the soul and leaves on poet’s breath,
Condensing yet into his quiet lines
To there shine on beyond a mortal death;
So may your murmured worth bide on in rhyme
To linger in the minds of those who read
And dream that once there was a place and time
That such a matchless beauty walked and breathed.
Of virtue you engrace, who dares to write
Where judgement of pure worth rides on a pen,
And to that challenge who bestows the right
That scription such proud legacy attend?
Would that the grace of God now guide this hand
That in blessed verse your memory ever stand.
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