The night is still; no noises in the air.
We walk in chilly silence down the nave.
The coffin on the dais, still and cold-
Dona Eis Requiem, Sempiternam.
The soul is on its way to Heaven now;
We heap black earth by spadeful on the grave.
A stone cross at the coffin's head will stand-
Dona Eis Requiem, Sempiternam.
Some prayers are uttered, softly, by the grave,
And silently the thurible is swung.
Grey smoke is blown like ashes on the wind-
Dona Eis Requiem, Sempiternam.
The moon shines brightly in the cloudless sky,
We turn to make our way quietly home;
From each of us but one last prayer is said;
Dona Eis Requiem, Sempiternam.
Maura Tuffy
Maura Tuffy
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