Classic Poem

(To T. O. C.)

Now, at the last, he lies here, cold and breathless;
No place for care within this peaceful breast.
Joyful and swift, and at his King's commanding,
His soul goes forward on its endless quest.

Patient and kind, he served his generation;
Lost not his road in earth's bewildering maze.
We bend our heads in silent salutation
And brief farewell, and go our separate ways.

(To T. O. C.)

Now, at the last, he lies here, cold and breathless;
No place for care within this peaceful breast.
Joyful and swift, and at his King's commanding,
His soul goes forward on its endless quest.

Patient and kind, he served his generation;
Lost not his road in earth's bewildering maze.
We bend our heads in silent salutation
And brief farewell, and go our separate ways.