Just for a handful of silver he left us,

Just for a ribbon to stick in his coatFound the one gift of which fortune bereft us, Lost all the others she lets us devote.

Blot out his name, then, record one lost soul more,
One task more declined, one more footpath untrod,
One more triumph for devils, and sorrow for angels.
One wrong more to man, one more insult to God!
Robert Browning.