Still stands the mansion; still before it sweeps The broad Potomac. As, in days of eld, This noble spectacle his eyes beheld, So do mine now; Nature her beauty keeps. But he is gone; the good, the wise, the great. As o'er the hill, and past the simple tomb, And through the house I wander, room by room, Thoughts of that life heroic congregate. Here, till his country called, he dwelt, content; Then, like the Roman, chose a soldier's lot; Brought peace unto a land by discord rent; And, dying, left a name without a blot. Beloved he lived, and, ending life's brief span, Beloved he died, at peace with God and man. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MY HUT; AFTER TRAN QUANG KHAI by HAYDEN CARRUTH TWILIGHT COMES by HAYDEN CARRUTH |