To the memory of Thomas Scaife and Joseph Rutherford

My engine now is cold and still
No water does my boiler fill
My coke affords its flame no more
My days of usefulness are o'er
My wheels deny their noted speed
No more my guiding hands they heed
My whistle too has lost its tone
Its shrill and thrilling sounds are gone
My valves are now thrown open wide
My flanges all refuse to guide
My clacks also, through once so strong
Refuse to aide the busy throng
No more I feel each urging breath
My steam is now condens'd in death
Life's railway's oe'r each station's past
In death I'm stopp'd and rest at last
Farewell dear friends and cease to weep
In Christ I'm safe in Him I sleep