Epitaph to an engine driver
My engine now is cold and still
no water does my boiler fill
my coal affords its flame no more
my days of usefullness are o'er
my wheels denied their wanted speed
no more my guiding hand they heed
my whistle too has lost its tone
its shrill and thrilling sound has gone
my valves are now thrown open wide
my flanges just refuse to guide
life's railways ended all stations passed
I lie in death in peace at last
farewell good friends and cease to weep
in Christ I'm safe in him I sleep.....