To Mary Crawford

This is your last night on the earth,
From mortals you will hide.
Your spirit left you struggling,
The night you died.

So soon no one will know you,
Nor will they know your aim.
They'll take no time,
To ever call your name.

They will have no thought,
Of your earthly goal.
Nor of the worth,
Of your precious soul.

They will think of earth's fare,
And the surplus they sought.
Not what they gained,
Nor the joys...you brought.

This is your last night on earth,
To have you here.
To have known your sweet soul,
For this...I drop a tear.

E.P. 1908 - 1989