"The body of 'Bobs' then lay in state until five o'clock, when it was interred in a crypt near-by those containing the bodies of Nelson and Wellington." - Press Despatch.
I cleave the air through the murky night, High o'er the forests and sleeping towns; Below me drifts the shimmering light - A glorious fresco on vale and downs; My sea hath no billows nor rocky shores,...
In the morn of the world, at the daybreak of time, When Kingdoms were few and Empires unknown, God searched for a Ruler to sceptre the land, And gather the harvest from the seed He had sown....