The mortal terminus
Is fortunately made
In the most obvious.

With grace - his purpose paid
Of seething wonderment -
The good man's corpse is laid,

But he whose merriment
Was infinite to him,
And intimately kept,

Is excellent from men
And seeks no plot's façade
Of earthly sentiment;

His corpse is never laid,
His end is never seen…

He leaves to rest in God.