S. Tunheim (Deceased, Spring 1918)[translation and poem]
A wreath on his coffin, Thanks, tears down to chins, A quiet farewell. Now wholly has it passed What in wishes was cast, So freely he fell. His work in Christendom Goes well a thousand strong, That grows in belief.. His life and his teaching So blessed in being, Grows eternally! To progress to... Sign in to see full entry.