Classic Poem

The year three score and nine, sore the wailing that is in the bays.
The great man in whom wisdom grew has departed from us in death. Thou hast gone from us Master Neil — many a witness didst thou have in every situation.
Thou wast the judge over the court, a true countryman in a hard summer; thou who wast without partiality or calumny, thou wast not the tongue for me and against me.