![]() A man of giant frame, Amid the gathering multitude That shrunk to hear his name. |
![]() The hour of death draw near to me, Hope, blossoming within my heart. . . . |
![]() To Nature's teachings. |
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![]() With echoes of a glorious name, But he, whose loss our tears deplore, Has left behind him more than fame. |
![]() Fun and frolic no more he knows. . . . |
![]() But keep that earlier, wilder image bright. |
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![]() The friends I love should come to weep, They might not haste to go. Soft airs, and song, and light, and bloom Should keep them lingering by my tomb. |
![]() Hath placed thee with the sons of light, Among the noble host of those Who perished in the cause of Right. |
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![]() The dreary sea less drear And thy remembered smile will wake The hope that tramples fear |