Impromptu lines on capt george

Impromptu line on Capt. George

Chagrin!; Chagrin!!
 Except God, no mortal man beneath the sky
 can lay him so low as can this
 Here lies forlornly in his narrow crypt

 They bear him to his resting-place
 He was too silent in a sunless mould
 To raise up visions of historical hours
 That such reminders of endurance
 May stouten heart now strained
 By the craftsmanship left in our imperfect ways

 Here he lies in grief
 who took to the junction in a tragic adventure
 To fight it out in a frenzy
 But unable to push them back - died
 Lay still and fertilized the field.

 To him I built this cairn of words
 After the murmurs of mortar music
 Mobbed him with a queer affection

 Here lies his works; his ways
 And life itself resign in a silent grave

 May the ground where he fell;
 may the inhabitants beyond welcome him