ENSHRINED in glory, as the golden West Receives the sinking day-star to its bed, So sinks the patriot-hero to his rest, And countless blessings crown his honored head. 'Mid hostile armies and exulting strains, He led our eagles through the bristling line, And came, victorious, from his battle-plains, To lay his trophies on his country's shrine. His country's wishes hailed the patriot-chief, And met him glorious with a people's trust, He dies! And mourning with a people's grief, They weep around their father's sacred dust. Peace be with him; no nobler spirit trod The paths of greatness to a hallowed tomb, And o'er the laurel-wreath, that decks his sod, In fresher green eternal olives bloom. And oh, through long-descending years to come, Immortal honors shall attend his name, His country's annals be his memory's home And unborn nations love to speak his fame. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LOVERS, AND A REFLECTION by CHARLES STUART CALVERLEY A CELEBRATION OF CHARIS: 1. HIS EXCUSE FOR LOVING by BEN JONSON THE VOYAGE by CAROLINE ATHERTON BRIGGS MASON JOURNEY by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY SONNET: 25 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE ASTROPHEL AND STELLA: 68 by PHILIP SIDNEY THREE SONNETS WRITTEN IN MID-CHANNEL: 3 by ALFRED AUSTIN A MASQUE OF DEAD QUEENS by STANLEY E. BABB THE THREE SAD SHEPPARDESSES, GOE TO A LITTLE TABLE, WHERE THEY SINGE by ELIZABETH BRACKLEY |