About a gentle soul lost to me even before he passed
What frightful formula or unjust spite
was released, to spirit a friend away
who had much left to give, into your night,
with wave of hand and voice of callous say.
Could you not make fair play your creed,
should he not beside his lover still stroll ?
Only a mind cruel would take no heed,
would wrest a man of such perfected soul
by decency driven, from adored kin.
Do you not see value in human kind,
that he was good, that he was free from sin
a man of a character hard to find
We who are left to walk a barren earth,
grieve alone for our poor departed worth