Lyrics of Life (1909)/Thomas Bailey Aldrich
We celebrate with pomp and pride
A Cromwell or a Wellington;
We venerate who, self-denied,
Earth's higher victories have won;
But through the all-remembering years,
We love who give us smiles and tears.
The voice that charmed us may grow still,
The poet cease to weave his spell:
Ascended to the skyey hill
Remote, where the immortals dwell,—
Time to our thought but more endears
Who gave us smiles and gave us tears.