It is my desire that I may close the life I cannot live over in the city where it began, surrounded by loved ones in whose lives I have lived.  I can think of no more fitting close to this lecture than to use a thought borrowed from another, in paying a tribute to my old Kentucky home: 

  On her blue-grass bed in youth
    I rolled and romped and rested;
  At the altars of her church
    I learned in whom I trusted.

  ’Tis here my honored parents sleep,
    A dear sweet babe reposes,
  And o’er my darling daughter’s grave
    Blossom the summer roses.

  ’Tis here my marriage vows were given,
    ’Tis here my children found me;
  My heart is here, and here may heaven
    Fold angel wings around me.

  May sacred memories hold me here,
    And when life’s dream closes,
  May I the plaudit “well done” wear,
    Then sleep beneath her roses.