The wee Church in Overleigh Cemetery.

Standing high where the silent sleep,
Among the graves the English earth keeps.
Sword-cross of stone, a cenotaph stands,
Guarding brave souls, the names of this land.

Incense drifts on the solemn air,
Byzantine chants weave the branches bare.
Saint Barbra prays above the grounds,
Where life has departed. yet Christ is found.

Time meets eternity, the living pass.
Faith growing strong in the roots of her grass.
Here beauty blooms where death may lie.
A sacred bridge amidst earth and sky.