IN MEMORY OF A SON OF ARCHDEACON FARRAR
AFAR he sleeps whose name is graven here,
Where loving hearts his early doom deplore;
Youth, promise, virtue, all that made him dear
Heaven lent, earth borrowed, sorrowing to restore.
Oliver Wendell Holmes
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