Sonnet

 Funeral Hymn

Dust unto dust, 
To this all must; 
The tenant hath resign'd 
The faded form To waste and worm- 
Corruption claims her kind.

Through paths unknown 
Thy soul hath flown, 
To seek the realms of woe, 
Where fiery pain 
Shall purge the stain 
Of actions done below.

In that sad place, 
By Mary's grace, 
Brief may thy dwelling be 
Till prayers and alms, 
And holy psalms, 
Shall set the captive free.

-Sir Walter Scott