In Memoriam Francis Archibald Douglas

Dear friend, dear brother,

I have owed you

Since many days, the tribute of a song.

Shall I cheat you who never did a

To any man ?

No, therefore though I

All art, all skill, in this short

From my soul's war against the bitter

Of present woes, let these poor lines be

In love enough to bear a brother's kiss.

Dear saint, true knight,

I cannot weep for you,

Nor if I could would I call back the

To your dear body ;

God is very wise,

All that this year had in its womb He knew,

And, loving you,

He sent His Son like Death,

To put His hand over your kind gray eyes.

Lord Francis Archibald Douglas,

Viscount

He was killed by the Accidental Explosion of his gun, in October 18, 1894