Ave Atque Vale

THOROUGH waters, thorough nations I have come

To lay last offerings at your low abode,

Brother, and to appeal

To ashes that were you.

Since that which none can check has borne you

From my regard, poor brother, these gifts take

The tokens that are due

To ancient pieties;

But find them washed with tears, the many tears

A brother shed; and now I say Farewell

Henceforth and for all time,

Hail, brother, and Farewell!