TO ANGUS FLETCHER.
Angus, this fond Memorial, that we raise
To One all worthy of the sculptor's art,
Is but a simple tribute of the heart;
No costly lure to take the stranger's gaze.
Yet, if some mourner, through the tender haze
Of tears, contemplating this modest stone,
By sympathetic grief shall soothe his own,
Be his the solace, and be thine the praise.
The frame of ivy, faithful to the dead,
The Cross, the Lamb that watches o'er her grave,
The words of life
that to the dying gave
The peace of faith upon an anguish'd bed,
This love, this mystery, this hope, are there,
Evolved, yet guarded, by thy sentient care.
Grasmere Church-yard, September 22, 1849.