Reposing here brave Cotton sleeps, whose lot
On earth has one of dauntless valour been.
At Hugoument his bleaching ashes lie,
And mingle with the dust beneath his grave;
Whilst seraphs waft his loosened soul on high,
To life eternal which awaits the brave.
Bold, as a soldier, faithful, as a friend,
To enemies forgiving and humane,
He strove through life his country to defend,
With character unsullied by a stain.