Impromptu lines on capt. George

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

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 stouch heart now strained
By the craftmanship left in our inperfect 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 mummurs of mortar music
Mobbled 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 welcom him