To Rev. Thaddeus Saltus + 

Sleep, Christian warrior, sleep, + 

Life’s fitful dream is o’er, + 

Thy pain-tossed bark is anchored + 

Safe on the golden shore. + 

’Neath the green sward we lay thee + 

Thus early to thy rest, + 

And press the sod thus lightly, + 

Upon thy gentle breast. + 

Though but in manhood’s prime, + 

When the dread summons came, + 

To hush the voice so well attuned + 

To preaching “In His Name.” + 

Thou did’st not murmur, but with joy + 

Obeyed the Master’s word, + 

And rapture crowned did’st enter + 

The palace of thy Lord. + 

Then sweetly sleep, dear Rector, + 

Thy grave we’ll deck with flowers, + 

An earnest of that Better Land + 

Of ever blooming bowers. + 

Around this spot a halo twines, + 

While angels vigils keep, + 

And we rejoice that thus “He gives + 

To His beloved sleep.” + 