As his body passed the gate,
A long whistle echoed in the sky.
As he began his last voyage,
A train was heard at a distance.
And out of his coffin
He pept unto the rising smoke.
Long forgotten years opened their wings
And made unto him a fleeting dive.
Crossing the pastures of life
He steered his train thro’ countless seasons.
Standing at the helm of matchless distances
He brought home a whole generation.
And the rhythm of wheels was his life,
The rising steam was his very breathe.
With the flying meads he shared a song,
Unto the silent nights he said a prayer.
And crossing the rills and many hills,
Taverns and multitude Junctions,
He reached his last post,
He took his train to the safest shores.
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