Sir Walter Scott (1771–1832)

DUST into dust,

To this all must;

The tenant hath resign’d

The faded form

To waste and worm—

Corruption claims her kind.

Through paths unknown

Thy soul hath flown,

To seek the realms of woe,

Where fiery pain

Shall purge the stain

Of actions done below.

In that sad place,

By Mary’s grace,

Brief may thy dwelling be!

Till prayer and alms,

And holy psalms,

Shall set the captive free.