GROSVENOR DALE

O kindest of fathers and best of friends, whose earthly resting place this beautiful monument is destined to mark; behold from thy happy home above with what grateful enthusiasm thy memory is held by those for whoin thou didst labor so faithfully, so well.

Witness that they need not the presence of this monument of marble to keep thy cherished memory in their souls as fresh and green as on that fatal day when in manhood’s golden prime thou wert snatched from their midst,. Ah no! in the hearts of each and all thy noble deeds have already erected a monument whose prestine beuuty the corroding hand of time shall never diminish, but which will be carefully and lovingly guarded until time for them shall be no more.

That monument, need I say it, is gratitude. And venerated Father, did we, thy beloved children, need a tangible object to remind us of thy paternal care and kindness, of thy gencrous Zeal for the salvations of souls, where could we find a more potent souvenir than this cdifice whither we repair each day to profit of the advantages thou didst place within our reach.

- O insensible Stone! Sentinel at the tomb of him we loved, thou knowest not the dignity to which thou art ruised, but thy silent voice shall frequently evoke a blessing on the name of him whose ashes thou art destined to guard.

Blow gentle zephyrs o'er his grave, And peaceful be his rest,

The vital spark it now has fled, Aud naught remains but dust.

But still his memory we’ll retain, Aud pray the God of love

Will bring him to his happy home.

In the bright heavens above.

We’ll plant the daisies o'er his grave Fresh from the emerald sod ;

And hope his Angel Guardian Will find peace for him with God.

No more we’ll hear his gentle voice, Or see his mild blue eye;

For cold in death he sleepeth, Whilst Angels hover nigh.

We miss hün every morning, We are lonesome in the night; He has left this world of sorrow, For brighter realms of light.

Where no more sin or anguish, Can now disturb his breast ; But endless joy and pleasure, Amongst the happy blest.

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We have laid him down to slumber, Beneath the cold, cold sod; To await the final summons, From a just and loving God.

Where all the happy souls shall meet, And join in unity :

To sing these endless praises, For all eternity.

Declaimed by MASTER TIMOTHY CONAUGHTON,

Convent of Sisters of Holy Cross.

GROSVENOR DALE, May 6th, 1853.

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