BANKRUPT! our pockets inside out! Empty of words to speak his praises! Worcester and Webster up the spout! Dead broke of laudatory phrases! Yet why with flowery speeches tease, With vain superlatives distress him? Has language better words than these? THE FRIEND OF ALL HIS RACE, GOD BLESS HIM! A simple prayer -- but words more sweet By human lips were never uttered, Since Adam left the country seat Where angel wings around him fluttered. The old look on with tear-dimmed eyes, The children cluster to caress him, And every voice unbidden cries, THE FRIEND OF ALL HIS RACE, GOD BLESS HIM! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON A SOLDIER FALLEN IN THE PHILIPPINES by WILLIAM VAUGHN MOODY FULFILLMENT by ROBERT MALISE BOWYER NICHOLS DEEDS OF VALOR AT SANTIAGO by CLINTON SCOLLARD HE GIVES HIS BELOVED CERTAIN RHYMES by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS TO A LADY, WITH SOME PAINTED FLOWERS by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD |