After a lingering illness
They lowered down
Mr. Edward Dyson,
Of literary renown.
Rhymes and tales of
The mines from he's pen,
And humorous prose,
Appealed to men.
The magic of he's art
Its influence shed,
Till advancing years
O'er the writer sped.
He's task was done,
He's busy life did close.
In he's sixties he sank
Into death's repose.
A charm to the young,
And the grey and old,
Is he's Roaring Fifties
Of the days of gold.
First published in The Bulletin, 9 September 1931
