Here lies a body whose majestic grace

Drew from his fellow-man unstinted praise;

Who lured emotion from her hiding place,

And thrilled the world with deeds of other days.

He that possessed, which unto Art is dear,

A grand conception of unvarnished truth;

He oft provoked a smile, more oft a tear,

Sublime and beauteous in his manly youth.

Full in the zenith of his great renown,

God gave to him his final part to play;

While Death untimely rung the curtain down

On that great scene where man doth pass away.

The rustling leaves soft whisper o’er his head,

And robins fill the air with sweetest sound;

Within the theatre of the mighty dead

The actor sleeps beneath the sacred ground.