HE filled the Nation's eye and heart,
An honored, loved, familiar name;
So much a brother. that his fame
Seemed of our lives a common part.
His towering figure, sharp and spare,
Was with such nervous tension strung,
As if on each strained sinew swung
The burden of a people's care.
His changing face what pen can.draw?
Pathetic, kindly, droll, or stern;
And with a glance so quick to learn
The inmost truth of all he saw.
Pride found no idle space to spawn
Her fancies in his busy mind;
His worth-like health or air-could find No just appraisal till withdrawn.
He was his Country's-not his own!
He had no wish but for her weal;
Nor for himself could think or feel
But as a laborer for her throne.
Her flag upon the heights of power,
Stainless and unassailed to place-
To this one end his earnest face
Was sent through every burdened hour.