Classic Poem

Here sleeps Aquinus — to his friend at rest
Death doth restore him,
That friend who to the mansions of the blest
Had gone before him.
Each was a legion's captain; in the fight
'Twas his to lead it;
But each has won a record yet more bright —
Here may'st thou read it.
They lived in honour's hallowed bond, and died
That bond unparted;
No common thought of envy could divide
The loyal-hearted.