Classic Poem

Here IN THIS PLACE SLEEPS ONE WHOM LOVE
C AUSED, THROUGH GREAT CRUELTY, TO FALL ,
A LITTLE SCHOLAR, POOR ENOUGH ,
W HOM F RANCOIS V ILLON MEN DID CALL .
N O SCRAP OF LAND OR GARDEN SMALL ,
H E OWNED . H E GAVE HIS GOODS AWAY .
Table AND TRESTLES, BASKETS—ALL .
For G OD'S SAKE SAY FOR HIM THIS L AY !