Oliver Wendell Holmes Sr.

“ Nor less remembered he who told the tale
Of empire wrested from the strangling sea;
Of Leyden's woe, that turned his readers pale,
The price of unborn freedom yet to be;
Who taught the New World what the Old could teach ”

“ Two proud, strong nations battling for the prize,—
Which swarming host should mould a nation's life,
Which royal banner float the western skies.
Long raged the conflict; on the crimson sod
Native and alien joined their hosts in vain;
The lilies withered where the Lion trod,
Till Peace lay panting on the ravaged plain.
A nobler task was theirs who strove to win
The blood-stained heathen to the Christian fold,
To free from Satan's clutch the slaves of sin ”