LINES ON THE DEATH OF DR. SPURZHEIM.
Thou didst come a stranger here,
O'er the tossing ocean's foam;
Now we shed the heartfelt tear,
For the friend that has gone home.
O'er the tossing ocean's foam;
Now we shed the heartfelt tear,
For the friend that has gone home.
What thou knewest of the mind,
Thou to teach us, here didst come:
What it is, thy soul shall find
In its own eternal home.
Thou to teach us, here didst come:
What it is, thy soul shall find
In its own eternal home.
All thy manhood, all thy youth,
Lonely pilgrim! thou didst roam,
Seeking for immortal truth:
Thou shalt find her in her home.
Lonely pilgrim! thou didst roam,
Seeking for immortal truth:
Thou shalt find her in her home.
We are still, where thou hast been,
Far from that celestial dome;
We who took the stranger in,
We are strangers—thou at home.
Far from that celestial dome;
We who took the stranger in,
We are strangers—thou at home.
