These funerary verses are found in the manual of the Antient & Primitive Rite, as published by the Grand College of Rites:
-
Brother, thou hast gone before us,
To the sphere whence none return.
Still fond memory shadows o'er us,
Kind remembrance of thy form.
-
As we mingle with emotion,
In our solemn, mystic rites,
Thy freed spirit's calm devotion
Rises where pure love invites.
-
When on bended knee each brother
Lifts his soul to God above,
Oft may memory's shadow hover,
To refresh each soul with love.
