(2) In memory of Dr. Joseph Lucas, a most talented gentleman, knowledgeable in medicine, history, languages, music and so on. Poem composed on my way back from his funeral on 25th August, 1978 in the village of Jordan, north of London. 悼勞嘉仕醫師

悼勞嘉仕醫師

勞嘉仕爾今何去

舊樹前頭俠骨埋

夢裡華佗金手在

琴絲月下有人諧

                                                   O, Lucas, where are ye?

In front of the old tree,

Are buried your noble bones!

In my dream,

I can feel Huato's skilful tones,

And musical hum under Moon's beam.