! for now a stormy morn and dark
The hour of greeting and of parting
Already on a rising wind yon bark
her impatient wings.
Too hasty keel, a little while delay!
A moment tarry, O thou hurrying
For long and sad will be the mourners’ day
their beloved is gone.
But vain the hands that beckon from the shore:
Alike our passion and our grief
Behind him lies our little world: before
Yet, none the less, about his moving bed
Immortal eyes a tireless vigil
An angel at the feet and at the head
his untroubled sleep.
Two nations bowed above a common bier,
Made one for ever by a martyred
One in their agony of hope and fear,
in their sorrow one.
And thou, lone traveller of a waste so wide,
The uncharted seas that all must
pass in turn,
May the same star that was so long thy guide
thy last voyage burn.
No eye can reach where through yon sombre veil
That bark to its eternal haven
No earthly breezes swell its shadowy sail:
our love and prayers.