Classic Poem

FUNERAL HYMN

Dust unto dust,
To this all must;
The tenant hath resigned
The faded form
To waste and worm —
Corruption claims her kind.

Through paths unknown
Thy soul hath flown
To seek the realms of woe,
Where fiery pain
Shall purge the stain
Of actions done below.

In that sad place,
By Mary's grace,
Brief may thy dwelling be!
Till prayers and alms,
And holy psalms,
Shall set the captive free.