BOWED, midst a universal grief that makes Columbia's self a stricken mourner, cast In tears beneath the old Flag at half-mast, A sense of glory rouses us and breaks Like song upon our sorrowing and shakes The dew from our drenched eyes, that smile at last In childish pride -- as though the great man passed To his most high reward for our poor sakes. Loved of all men -- we muse, -- yet ours he was -- Choice of the Nation's mighty brotherhood -- Her soldier, statesman, ruler. -- Ay, but then, We knew him -- long before the world's applause And after -- as a neighbor, kind and good, Our common friend and fellow citizen. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SMALL SELF AND THE LIBERAL SELF by JAMES GALVIN A MENDOCINO MEMORY by EDWIN MARKHAM RECESSIONAL by EDGAR LEE MASTERS FOR 'OUR LADY OF THE ROCKS' (BY LEONARDO DA VINCI) by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI UNDERNEATH THE BOUGH by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS CHRISTMAS LULLABY by MARY KATUS ANDERSON THE PESSIMIST by LOUISA SARAH BEVINGTON |