A Short Requiem: IX. Vox ultima cruces

Tarry no longer toward thy heritage,
Haste on thy way and be of right good cheer.
Go each day onward on thy pilgrimage.
Think how short time thou shalt abide thee here.
Thy place is built above the starre's clear
None earthly palace wrought in so stately wise.
Come on, my friend, my brother most dear!
For thee I offered my blood in sacrifice.
Tarry no longer!