PRELIMINARY INSTRUCTIONS FOR A FUNERAL SERVICE: BEING A POEM IN FOUR STANZAS

By Christopher Morley

Say this poor fool misfeatured all his days,

And could not mend his ways;

And say he trod

Most heavily upon the corns of God.

But also say that in his clabbered brain

There was the essential pain —

The idiot's vow

To tell his troubled Truth, no matter how.

Unhappy fool, you say, with pitiful air:

Who was he, then, and where?

Ah, you divine

He lives in your heart, as he lives in mine.