Spirits of the Dead
The nights shall be crystal clear,
the days shall be bright , filled with merriment.
thou mustn't worry for we shall guide,
guide thou to thy final port of bid - heaven!
The Burial of King Henry VIII
Gazing on King Henry's corpse did we stand,
Not a solider stood saluting, as his farewell shot,
Satisfied faces stood there, no rose in the hand.