IN MEMORY OF A SON OF ARCHDEACON FARRAR <br /> <br />AFAR he sleeps whose name is graven here, <br />Where loving hearts his early doom deplore; <br />Youth, promise, virtue, all that made him dear <br />Heaven lent, earth borrowed, sorrowing to restore.<br /><br />Oliver Wendell Holmes<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/for-the-window-in-st-margaret-s/
