THE great work laid upon his twoscore years Is done, and well done. If we drop our tears, Who loved him as few men were ever loved, We mourn no blighted hope nor broken plan With him whose life stands rounded and approved In the full growth and stature of a man. Mingle, O bells, along the Western slope, With your deep toll a sound of faith and hope! Wave cheerily still, O banner, halfway down, From thousand-masted bay and steepled town! Let the strong organ with its loftiest swell Lift the proud sorrow of the land, and tell That the brave sower saw his ripened grain. O East and West! O morn and sunset twain No more forever! -- has he lived in vain Who, priest of Freedom, made ye one, and told Your bridal service from his lips of gold? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AND WHAT SHALL YOU SAY? by JOSEPH SEAMON COTTER JR. TO A BUTTERFLY (1) by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH WEDNESDAY IN Y' HOLY WEEK by JOSEPH BEAUMONT THE DISCIPLE by DWIGHT JAQUES BRADLEY RHYME FOR REMEMBRANCE OF MAY by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON THE HEART OF GOLD by WITTER BYNNER DEDICATORY SONNET TO S. T. COLERIDGE by DAVID HARTLEY COLERIDGE |