WHERE yon willow's boughs entwining Cast a shadow o'er the plain, In her classic shades reclining, Science mourns the loss of PAINE. Columbia's Bard! O'er his tomb the muses weep, Where, shrin'd in earth, his ashes sleep! Never! shall his tuneful numbers Charm the list'ning ear again! Cold and silent, where he slumbers, Genius weeps the fate of PAINE. Columbia's Bard! "Son of Song!" thy lay is o'er, The festive hall resounds no more! "To-morrow may the trav'ler come, He, who has heard the Poet's strain, His foot may press the grassy tomb," Unconscious 'tis the bed of PAINE. Columbia's Bard! Hark! the hollow night-breeze sighs, Where, wrapped in death, the Poet lies! Haste thee, Spring! to deck thy bowers, Bid young Beauty dress the plain! Let thy fairest, sweetest flowers, Wreathe around the tomb of PAINE. Columbia's Bard! May he, who bears his father's name, Possess his genius! merit all his fame! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...UNDER THE CEDARCROFT CHESTNUT by SIDNEY LANIER WINTER GARDEN THEATRE by EDGAR LEE MASTERS FROM THE SHORE by CARL SANDBURG GREEN RIVER by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT A GLASS OF BEER by JAMES STEPHENS COMPOSED AT NEIDPATH CASTLE, 1803 by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH AN INVITATION TO A DRINKFEST by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS |