DIED -- @3Early morning of September 5, 1876, and in the gleaming dawn of "name and fame," Hamilton J. Dunbar.@1 Dead! Dead! Dead! We thought him ours alone; And were so proud to see him tread The rounds of fame, and lift his head Where sunlight ever shone; But now our aching eyes are dim, And look through tears in vain for him. Name! Name! Name! It was his diadem; Nor ever tarnish-taint of shame Could dim its luster -- like a flame Reflected in a gem, He wears it blazing on his brow Within the courts of Heaven now. Tears! Tears! Tears! Like dews upon the leaf That bursts at last -- from out the years The blossom of a trust appears That blooms above the grief; And mother, brother, wife and child Will see it and be reconciled. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...UNDERWOODS: BOOK 1: 38 by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON A JEWISH FAMILY; IN A SMALL VALLEY OPPOSITE ST. GOAR by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH THE THINKER'S VISION by WILLIAM ROSE BENET ON A CORNELIAN HEART WHICH WAS BROKEN by GEORGE GORDON BYRON |