Move slow, O Time! while yet in grief we wait
Within the sacred shades of honored state! --
Beneath the presence -- e'er on earth sublime --
Where angels watching o'er
Relentless Time!
Sweep slowly now! Aye, let it be.
Thy light upon his blessed memory.
At home, abroad, in other lands of fame,
Will scintillate in halos round HIS name
Thou "Champion of the Right," The nation feels
Thy loss, and doth deplore -- while Friendship kneels
In sorrow at thy side -- the light that's fled
Since thou, true leader just, art with the dead!
pure was thy life. The deep, unselfish love,
Descending on thy soul from the Above,
Speaks in thy words and deed of liberty,
Of equal rights, of great humanity,
Till every thought reveals th' exalted mind
Which heaven and earth in on grand chain would bind.
Aye! universal God-like Freedom, thou
Mayst weep in anguish o'er that noble brow;
For thou wilt miss him more than all the train
Of kindred virtues that on earth remain.
For thou bright star, wert rising in his might.
He strengthened thee to wend thy way in light.
Yet other veteran sires will strike the bars,
Till thou shalt trace thy course amid the stars.
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