Dominus Illuminato Mea.

(In Memoriam M.F.G)


In the hour of death, after this lifes whim

When the heart beats low, and the eyes grow dim

And pain has exhausted every limb

- The lover of the Lord shall trust in Him


When the will has forgotten the lifelong aim

And the mind can only disgrace it's fame

And a man is uncertain of his own name

- The power of the Lord shall fill this frame


When the last sigh is heaved, and the last tear shed

And the coffin is waiting beside the bed

And the widow and the child forsake the dead

- The angel of the Lord shall lift this head


For even the purest delight may pall

The power must fail, and the pride must fall

And the love of the dearest friends grow small

- But the glory of the Lord is all in all.


R.D. Blackmore @1879