Classic Poem

Rest, Soldier — rest! — thy weary task is done;
Thy God — thy country — thou hast served them well:
Thine is true glory — glory bravely won;
On lips of men unborn thy name shall dwell.

Rest, Patriot — Christian! Thou hast early died,
But days are measured best by noble deeds:
Brief though thy course, thy name thou hast allied
To those of whom the World , admiring reads.

Rest, manly form! Eternal love shall keep
Thy still repose, till breaks the final dawn;
Our Martyr stays not here — He knew no sleep!
On death's dark shadow burst a cloudless morn!

Live! live on fame's bright scroll, heroic friend!
Thy memory, now, we to her record give,
To earth, thy dust: our thoughts to heaven ascend,
Where, with the immortals, thou dost ever live!