In Memoriam A.H.H.

I hold it true, whate’er befall; I feel it, when I sorrow most; ‘Tis better to have loved and lost Than never to have loved at all.

In Memoriam A.H.H. 7

O friends, with whom my heart hath dwelt, To you I turn with the wishful prayer, That when the final farewell is dealt, There may be a leaf of summer air.

In Memoriam A.H.H. 29

Warm summer sun, shine kindly here, Warm Southern wind, blow sweetly here; Green sod above, light air below, Last resting place, for thee, we know.

• Alfred Lord Tennyson