Mourn for the man of long-enduring blood, Mourn for the man of amplest influence, Our greatest, yet with least pretence, And, as the greatest only are, In his simplicity sublime. O voice from which good omens all men drew, O trusting faith to true occasion true, O fall'n at length that tower of strength. His voice is silent in your council hall In thunder, silent; yet remember all He spoke among you, and the man who spoke ; Who never sold the truth to serve the hour, Whose life was work, whose language rife With rugged maxims hewn from life; ho never spoke against a foe. Sech whe: his work is done; |