The Moor - Laurie R. King [133]
Sabine Baring-Gould died on January 2, 1924, twenty-six days short of his ninetieth birthday, bare weeks after the events described in this book. It pleases me to think that when he left his body, which lies beside Grace's at the feet of Lew Trenchard Church, he did so secure in the knowledge that his beloved moor was safe from the worst torments of the twentieth century. I like to think that he died happy. Most of all, I want to believe that, all rumor to the contrary notwithstanding, he breathed the air of his moor one last time before he died.
—Laurie R. King
Freedom, California
St. Swithin's Day 1997
I'm going, I reckon, full mellow
To lay in the churchyard my head;
So say, God be with you, old fellow,
The last of the singers is dead.