Mr. Edward Fordham

When the Autumn’s breezes
  Were sweeping o’er the land,
Came the mighty mandate
  From the upper land.

Now from pain and anguish
  Thou hast found relief,
Passed through death’s dark portal,
  Left this world of grief.

Now thou’rt safely anchored
  In the port above,
Gladly do we offer thee
  Symbols of our love.

When the welcome summons
  Shall echo through the skies,
Then our ransomed brother
  Will hear the word “Arise.”