A stoic of the woods,--a man without a tear.

Although no words can really help to ease the loss you bear, Just know that you are very close in every thought and prayer. To live in hearts we leave behind is not to die.

Ye mariners of England! That guard our native seas; Whose flag has braved a thousand years, The battle and the breeze!

Our purpose is to grow up and become love

His faithful dog salutes the smiling guest.

Who hail thee, Man! the pilgrim of the day, spouse of the worm, and brother of the clay.

Whose lines are mottoes of the heart,Whose truths electrify the sage.