Life that was ugly, and work that grew a curse,
Be God’s best gifts again, and in your heart
You’ll find once more the dreams you thought were dead.
H. D. Lowry (In Covent Garden).
Of such as he was, there be few on Earth;
Of such as he is, there are many in Heaven;
And Life is all the sweeter that he lived,
And all he loved more sacred for his sake:
And Death is all the brighter that he died,