• Sunshine of day, & clear starlight of night!
• Pleasure of beauty, the joy of delight!
• Glory of passion, & splendour of pride!
• Death has touched all, & we mourn by his side.

• Thought that was subtle, & hand that was strong,
• Voice always sweet, although sweetest in song,
• Friend never tiring, a foe that forgot,
• Long must we grieve for death's merciless shot.

• Sorrow of ours thy blessing may prove,
• 10Far in the endless dim regions of love
• Petrarch & Dante their brother will greet,
• Soul unto soul bringing sympathy sweet:

• Luini the master of colour & force
• Who in the rainbow discovered art's source
• Fertile & fair, a companion shall know,
• As light from thy spirit unceasing shall flow.

• We who have tasked witnessed the strength of thy gift,
• Seen the creation no creature may sift,
• Joy'd in the beauty thy art has made clear,
• 20Wonder if heaven more fair may appear.

• Silent has hurried the world as it passed
• Gifts that were rare & wantonly cast
• Paused scarcely any contented to find
• Wealth that ennobles the pure of mankind.

• Loved to the last! whilst as the seasons go by
• Waves shall breathe ever rememberingly,
• Winds shall make music around thy green grave,
• Whilst Beauty shall marvel her hand could not save.

J. W. I.