Mr. Edward Fordham Poem by Mary Weston 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 .'