At nine, the servants came to prayers, which were original compositions of Mr.Hayley's, read by him in a very impressive manner, and before bed, Mrs.Opie sang one of Mr.
Hayley's hymns.
Hayley's grave is at Felpham, and his epitaph by Mrs.Opie may be read by the industrious on the wall of the church.

Among the many epitaphs on his neighbours by Hayley himself, who had a special knack of mortuary verse, is this on a Felpham blacksmith:-- My sledge and hammer lie reclined; My bellows too have lost their wind; My fire's extinct; my forge decay'd, And in the dust my vice is laid; My coal is spent, my iron gone; The nails are driven--my work is done.
The last verses that Hayley wrote have more charm and delicacy than perhaps anything else among his works: Ye gentle birds that perch aloof, And smooth your pinions on my roof, Preparing for departure hence Ere winter's angry threats commence; Like you, my soul would smooth her plume For longer flights beyond the tomb.
May God, by whom is seen and heard Departing man and wandering bird, In mercy mark us for his own, And guide us to the land unknown.
[Sidenote: A FAIRY'S FUNERAL] But it is not Hayley that gives its glory to Felpham.

The glory of Felpham is that William Blake was happy there for nearly three years.

It was at Felpham that he saw the fairy's funeral.

"Did you ever see a fairy's funeral, ma'am ?" he asked a visitor.