_To G. B. R._

How merry sings the aftermath, With crickets fifing in the dew! The home-sweet sounds, the scene, the hour, I consecrate to you.

All this you knew and loved with me; All this in our delight had part; And now--though us earth sees no more As comrades, heart to heart--

This kindly strength of open fields, This faith of eve, this calm of air, They lift my spirit close to you In memory and prayer.