Fitz-Greene Halleck

“ Lived---died---in form and soul a Man,
The image of his God.
Through care, and pain, and want, and woe,
With wounds that only death could heal,
Tortures---the poor alone can know,
The proud alone can feel ”

“ The birds of fame have flown.
Praise to the man! a nation stood
Beside his coffin with wet eyes,
Her brave, her beautiful, her good,
As when a loved one dies.
And still, as on his funeral-day,
Men stand his cold earth-couch around,
With the mute homage that we pay
To consecrated ground. ”

“ Thought, word, that bids the warm tear start,
Or the smile light the cheek;
And his that music, to whose tone
The common pulse of man keeps time,
In cot or castle's mirth or moan,
In cold or sunny clime. ”