Classic Poem

He sleeps where he would wish, in easy call,
Here in a primrose nook beside the wall,
And near the gate, that he may guard us all
Even in death, our faithful seneschal.

I do not think the courteous Cherubim
Will chide him if he waits, nor Seraphim
Summon him hence till we may follow him
Who knew no heav'n without — faithful Tim.