Fairest And Best Adorned Is

Joys Too Exquisite To Last, And Yet More Exquisite When Past.

Gashed With Honourable Scars,low In Glory's Lap They Lie;though They Fell, They Fell Like Stars,streaming Splendour Through The Sky.

The Dead Are Like The Stars By Day; Withdrawn From Mortal Eye, But Not Extinct, They Hold Their Way In Glory Through The Sky.

When The Good Man Yields His Breath (for The Good Man Never Dies).

Yet Nightly Pitch My Moving Tent, A Day's March Nearer Home.