“And then I saw that ere he went away
One little leaflet from a book he tore,
On which he wrote this simple poet’s lay,
Which some one found attached to yonder door.”
An Epitaph.
Here rest, on either side this mound of earth,
Neglected dead, forgotten and unknown,
Ere science learnt the iron horse’s worth
The grave had marked them and had claimed its own.
True to their country, to their town sincere,