Into the great unknown,
Bravely he departed,
Loved ones, left behind,
Drooping, broken-hearted,
But though he has passed away;
Turned again to nature's clay,
His bright deeds and noble worth
Are not blotted from the earth.
Into the darkness drear,
Unfaltering he advances;
Bitter tears, breaking hearts,
Cannot stay death's lances.
But the record he has made
Is not touched by death's sharp blade;
His example yet will live -
To fainting hearts true courage give.
In death's unending sleep,
Calmly, he reposes;
Loving hands gently strew
Sweetest flowers and roses.
But no flower upon his breast
Purer is, or more at rest;
They will wither, die and fade,
Whilst he endless fame has made.