In this fair mansion of the dead

In this fair mansion of the dead, Where rests illustrious Hamilton, ’Neath arched niche, with pillowed head, A statue lies of sculptured stone, The image of a lady fair, Whose hands are claspt in silent prayer. The blessed lamb kneels at her feet— The lady of Tyningham we greet; Or, borrowing tradition’s tale, Shall we the form of Baldred hail?