F. P., Littell's Living Age — Volume 173…
“ So thou on life's rough path hast scattered flowers, To lighten some dark day, or bitter hours, Unto thy brothers, who, with weary feet, Pause in the toil of live thy voice to greet, That as an organ pealing, loud then low, Like the loved voices silent long ago, Lingers within our hearts, and never we Its echoes may forget as long as time shall be. ”
