 
Well may the throngs in countless numbers weep, Bereft of such a great and noble man, For brilliant was the course of life he ran, But now he lies in everlasting sleep. He lived a life exempt from selfish pride; He never turned a stranger from his door; He ne’er refused to aid the needful poor; He proved to youth a never-failing guide. Alas! we mourn, with aching in our breast And eyelids moistened with the burning tear, The loss of one, so generous and sincere, Now silent in his sweet and peaceful rest. |
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