in faithful and loving remembrance
from his humble servants
Mary and Thomas
Greater love hath no man than this: that a
man lay down his life for his friends.
“Leave it alone,” said the other soldier. “He was worth a score of barts! Let him keep the wreath.”
Then they also went their way.
And the winds of God blew gently over that forest of plain crosses, bearing the vast army of heroic names, which are not forgotten before God, but inscribed for ever in the Book of Life.
O years! And Age! Farewell:
Behold I go,