“With the love-light in his eyes,
Mute the dying teacher lies.
It is finished. Bear him back!
Haste along the jungle track!
See the lid uplifting now—
See the glory on his brow.
“It is finished. Wood and glen
Sigh their mournful, meek Amen.
’Mid that circle, sorrow spanned,
Clasping close an icy hand,