John Kenyon - Epitaph For A Roman Catholic Churchyard lyrics

Weary centinel of earth, Grief's companion from my birth, Doomed no more to watch and weep, Now I sleep the dreamless sleep In this calmly shrouding cell; But what the waking—who may tell! In that fated hour of fear, Mary! Mother! be thou here. Fear to sooth and hope to shed, Bend thee o'er this earthy bed; And let my waking view thee mild As mother o'er her wakening child.