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IN MEMORIAM.
The willows will weep o'er the stream where he played,
And 'neath them the ripples his gala boat kiss;
His pet dog, who always his bidding obeyed,
Waits watching, and seems his young master to miss.
And 'neath them the ripples his gala boat kiss;
His pet dog, who always his bidding obeyed,
Waits watching, and seems his young master to miss.
His grave at Wyoming; while fresh is the mould,
Plant daisies, and with them the laurel should grow;
When his comrades from battle, and school-mates behold,
The place will be sweet for them surely to know.
'Twas touching the boughs from the willows to bring,
The chapel to drape with flags and with flowers;
Appropriate, too, the chant there to sing,
For his spirit's repose in holier bowers.
Plant daisies, and with them the laurel should grow;
When his comrades from battle, and school-mates behold,
The place will be sweet for them surely to know.
'Twas touching the boughs from the willows to bring,
The chapel to drape with flags and with flowers;
Appropriate, too, the chant there to sing,
For his spirit's repose in holier bowers.
His grave at Wyoming; the place, guard it well;
O, guard it, ye trees, that forever are green,
And whisper the story how bravely he fell;
Ye summits keep watch where the eagle is seen.
O, bird of the North, with thy sheltering wing,
Look lovingly down on this hallowed dust,
Till o'er it the songs of freedom we sing,
Till again reunited in heaven, our trust.
O, guard it, ye trees, that forever are green,
And whisper the story how bravely he fell;
Ye summits keep watch where the eagle is seen.
O, bird of the North, with thy sheltering wing,
Look lovingly down on this hallowed dust,
Till o'er it the songs of freedom we sing,
Till again reunited in heaven, our trust.
