Robert’s children selected this poem in his memory, a gentle reminder that every life, like music, finds its final rest in harmony and peace.

Music has moments of rapturous sound

And intervals of rest.

It thrills the heart with its majesty

And soothes it when suppressed.

Life too has ringing, throbbing tones

And muted, silent keys.

Yet both are merged at the Master’s touch

Into living symphonies.

— Florence Emeline Wright