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Here lies a Good Man…
Here lies a Good Man,
About whom little is known.
In the wild glades he appeared,
Appeared four score years ago,
Whither he came from, none knew.
Known to none was his true name,
To none was known his true age.
Tall of stature, mighty of limb,
He strode untiringly thro’ the meads.
Helping any that needed his aid,
Be it beast or man or even tree…
Great skill with the blade, he had,
His bow obeyed his very thought.
Songs, of great beauty, he sang,
Sang in a tongue known to none.
Known he was, for his greatest skill,
Healing all ills and easing sorrow.
His goodness won him great fame,
‘The Ranger’ he was aptly named.
Many were the rumours of his past,
‘A king of old, he is’, said some,
Marking his high and noble stature.
‘Nay, a mighty Wizard from the West,
His healing powers prove’, others said.
‘A tamer of beasts’, said some, for,
He spoke to the birds and beasts in their tongues.
‘An angel from heaven’, said a few,
‘For, who else could be so good?’
Never did he speak of his past,
Queries, with a smile, were met.
Active, he lived till the end,
Setting ills right, and easing pain.
His spirit left for its long home,
On a beautiful spring morning,
Found, he was, reclining in the meadow,
Eyes closed, smiling serenely.
Dreaming and seeing things, none,
No mortal eyes can see…
Man, bird and beast attended his burial,
In the moonlit woods, under the stars.
He lies here ‘neath the blossoms…
Amidst the woods he loved as home,
Near the silver stream where he sang,
Under the brilliant open sky, his roof…
May his soul rest in peace