LONG time his pulse hath ceased to beat <br />But benefits, his gift, we trace-- <br />Expressed in every eye we meet <br />Round this dear Vale, his native place. <br /> <br />To stately Hall and Cottage rude <br />Flowed from his life what still they hold, <br />Light pleasures, every day, renewed; <br />And blessings half a century old. <br /> <br />Oh true of heart, of spirit gay, <br />Thy faults, where not already gone <br />From memory, prolong their stay <br />For charity's sweet sake alone. <br /> <br />Such solace find we for our loss; <br />And what beyond this thought we crave <br />Comes in the promise from the Cross, <br />Shining upon thy happy grave.<br /><br />William Wordsworth<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/by-the-side-of-the-grave-some-years-after/
