Osborne Perry Anderson

“ They may hang him on the gibbet; they may raise the victor's cry,
When they see him darkly swinging like a speck against the sky;—
Ah! the dying of a hero, that the right may win its way,
Is but sowing seed for harvest in a warm and mellow May! ”

“ And from distant climes and nations men shall westward gaze, and say,
"He who perilled all for Freedom on the scaffold dies to-day."
Never offering was richer, nor did temple fairer rise
For the gods serenely smiling from the blue Olympian skies ”