All is noiseless;
Cold and voiceless
Lies the form I've oft caressed;
Heedless now of blame or praises,
‘ Neath the sunshine and the daisies
Dear, old Leo lies at rest.
Eager greeting,
Joy at meeting,
Watching for my step to come,
Grief at briefest separation,
Sorrow without affectation,—
These are over,— he is dumb!
Loyal ever,
Treacherous never,
Lifelong love he well expressed;
Ah! may we deserve like praises
When beneath the sun-kissed daisies
We, like Leo, lie at rest!