A.E. Housman (1859–1936)

O thou that from thy mansion,

        Through time and place to roam,

Dost send abroad thy children,

        And then dost call them home,

That men and tribes and nations

        And all thy hand hath made

May shelter them from sunshine

        In thine eternal shade:

We now to peace and darkness

        And earth and thee restore

Thy creature that thou madest

        And wilt cast forth no more.