O LARGE of heart, and grand, and calm, Who held the helm of state so long, Our plaining mingles with our praise, Our sorrow sanctifies our song. Clear eyes, kind lips so silent now, Ears deaf to all our worldly din, Great soul which has not left its peer, We would the grave-sod had shut in Some lesser man, and we, to-day, Had thy strong will to urge us on, Thy brain to plan, thy hand to help, Thy cheerful voice to say "well done!" But whatsoe'er we do of good, In doing it we honor thee; We follow where our leader led, -- Can he look down from Heaven and see? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LA BELLA BONA ROBA by RICHARD LOVELACE THE LADY POVERTY by ALICE MEYNELL THE MINSTREL BOY by THOMAS MOORE SONNET: 65 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE CRADLE SONG (TO A TUNE OF BLAKE'S): 2 by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE PSALM 8; AUGUST 14, 1653 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE THE BRAES O' BALLOCHMYLE by ROBERT BURNS |