04.11.2013, 19:42
TO THE MEMORY 'OF THE SAME.
Thank God, that though thy body Death has slain,
Thy quenchless spirit nothing could subdue ;
That though thou art removed from mortal view,
Thou livest ever more — and not in vain !
Our loss is but thine everlasting gain !
Of Freedom's friends, the truest of the true
Wast thou, as all her deadly foes well knew !
For bravely her good cause thou didst maintain.
No threats could move, no perils could appal,
No bribes seduce thee, in thy bright career :
O, many a fettered slave shall mourn thy fall,
And many a ransomed one let drop the tear ;
A Nation, wakened by thy trumpet-call —
The World itself — thy memory shall revere !
Thank God, that though thy body Death has slain,
Thy quenchless spirit nothing could subdue ;
That though thou art removed from mortal view,
Thou livest ever more — and not in vain !
Our loss is but thine everlasting gain !
Of Freedom's friends, the truest of the true
Wast thou, as all her deadly foes well knew !
For bravely her good cause thou didst maintain.
No threats could move, no perils could appal,
No bribes seduce thee, in thy bright career :
O, many a fettered slave shall mourn thy fall,
And many a ransomed one let drop the tear ;
A Nation, wakened by thy trumpet-call —
The World itself — thy memory shall revere !