At rest! Hard by the margin of that sea Whose sounds are mingled with his noble verse, Now lies the shell that never more will house The fine, strong spirit of my gifted friend....
Devotion! When thy name is named, What matchless visions rise! The Hebrew, leaving Pharoah's house, To Israel's rescue flies; The Moabitess, gleans, content, Beneath the burning skies. ...
Thou art sleeping, brother, sleeping In thy lonely battle grave; Shadows o'er the past are creeping, Death, the reaper, still is reaping, Years have swept, and years are sweeping...