Sleeps one to friendship's heart most dear.
Unwakened by the orient beam,
Perchance in some ecstatic dream
He roams by Tiber's classic stream,
Or sees St Peter's mighty dome
Soar grandly o'er the pomp of Rome—
His own loved Church's pride and home.
Blest be his visions, wheresoe'er
His dream-enfranchised fancy veer—
The faithful priest, the friend sincere!