A question asked so frequently,

Yet seldom it receives reply.

Read carefully the lines below!

They're sure to satisfy.

A year has passed since we interred

Remains of one we least could spare.

Defender, Fighter, Champion,

Sleep, you have done your share!

The shock was felt by multitudes!

The blow severe turned hearts to ice!

For the demise of noble Sol,

Was a great sacrifice.

One who for others strived to live;

His people's rights his foremost thought;

Discouraged often in his toils,

Great battles though he fought.

A lot has he achieved. But Ah!

A lot has he left incomplete.

It is for those he left behind,

To further and complete.

His pen he wielded forcibly.

His weapon always was the Press.

Speaking from public platforms too,

The people to address.

And though his earnings were but scant,

Strife won for him fame and reward.

For here was one devoid of wealth,

But buried like a Lord.

Author, Translator, Orator,

In you we've lost a precious prize!

Your death, occurred a year ago,

Today we solemnize.

Your ready smile and kindly word,

Career, endeavour, intellect,

Humour and generosity,

We aye will recollect.

A word of heartfelt gratitude,

To all who joined in sympathy,

And were responsible to cheer

The mourning family.

Came Indian, Coloured, White and Black,

And others, miles, to join in Grace,

Homage to pay around the grave

Of one who served his race.

Came from Inland and Overseas

Letters and telegrams – a stream,

And gen'rous aid for which is thanked

All friends who well did mean.

The papers far and wide are thanked,

For kindly answering the call,

Distributing lengthy reports

Of noble deeds of Sol.

Your struggles have been very hard –

Sleep on and take your well-earned rest!

Your efforts we appreciate,

May you be ever blest.