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Though not on glorious battle's vengeful dart,
Fled his great soul away, yet still shall rise
A Nation's tribute, and her Genius mourn,
With memory sad and deep above his honored urn.
Fled his great soul away, yet still shall rise
A Nation's tribute, and her Genius mourn,
With memory sad and deep above his honored urn.
'Mid signs unwonted of a heartfelt grief,
His birth-place pays the last sad honors true.
Slowly they bear him to the peaceful earth,
Pausing in silence o'er the matchless worth
Of their loved champion and illustrious chief,
Then seal aloud their last renowned adieu.
His birth-place pays the last sad honors true.
Slowly they bear him to the peaceful earth,
Pausing in silence o'er the matchless worth
Of their loved champion and illustrious chief,
Then seal aloud their last renowned adieu.
APOSTROPHE TO THOUGHT.Winter of 1826, Midnight.
Come, dull Stupidity,
From grief and anguish free,
With Somnus' semblance mark the nightly hours
O! do thou soft pervade
With still Lethean aid;
With healing balm and with oblivious powers
From grief and anguish free,
With Somnus' semblance mark the nightly hours
O! do thou soft pervade
With still Lethean aid;
With healing balm and with oblivious powers
