DEAD? this peerless man of men -- Patriot, Poet, Citizen! -- Dead? and ye weep where he lies Mute, with folded eyes! Courage! All his tears are done; Mark him, dauntless, face the sun! He hath led you. -- Still, as true, He is leading you. Folded eyes and folded hands Typify divine commands He is hearkening to, intent Beyond wonderment. 'Tis promotion that has come Thus upon him. Stricken dumb Be your moanings dolorous! God knows what He does. Rather, as your chief, @3aspire!@1 -- Rise and seize his toppling lyre, And sing Freedom, Home and Love, And the rights thereof! Ere in selfish grief ye sink, Come! catch rapturous breath and think -- Think what sweep of wing hath he, Loosed in endless liberty. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LAWYERS KNOW TOO MUCH by CARL SANDBURG MAN IN A ROOM by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS HIS GRANGE, OR PRIVATE WEALTH by ROBERT HERRICK THE TRAMPS by ROBERT WILLIAM SERVICE TO THE RAILROAD MEN by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS LEFT BEHIND by ELIZABETH AKERS ALLEN |