Go Gentle, Sir Agula, Go Gentle

Go gentle, go gentle into such cave
Which that is dug open by fierce free slaves
Go gentle, Sir! Go gentle, go well
As tears tear path through the weary tamed cheeks
O great gentleman, go forth, go gentle
Render thy Soul unto Him,
Render unto Him who give'st
Render thy whole to Him who take'st
Go gentle, go gentle into such ungentle slope
O great gentleman, be brave
As thou hast been;
Go well, go well, go well. . .
Though the monster do swell
And I know you shall cross o'er-
That broken bridge tongue tied
We shall hush up
And bid thee fare well
Go gentle, Sir, go well
Go well, Sir, go gentle.