Sainted Old Man, For More Than Eighty Years, Thee - Tranquilly And Stilly-Creeping - Age, Led To The Confines Of The Sepulchre, And Thy Last Day On Earth - But "Father - Lord - Which Art In Heaven" - How Pure A Faith, And Heart Unmoved, Amid The Changes Of This Life, And Tumult Of The World, - And Oh! What Hope, - What Love And Constancy Of The Calm Mind, And Tears To Misery From The Inmost Heart Flowing - At Times, A Brief Sweet Smile And Voice How Bland, And Studies, Various And Profound, Of Learned Languages - But, Ever First, That Learning Which The Oracles Of God Unfolds, Even To The Close Of Life'S Long Day Thy Course Accompanies! But, Thou, Farewell, And Live - This Mortal Veil Removed - In Bliss; Live With The Saints In Light, Whom Christ Had Loved. But Pardon Us, Left In This Vale Of Tears, For One Last Tear Upon Thy Cold Remains - Pardon, Beloved And Venerated Shade!