Classic Poem

Take from our hands, O faithful earth,
And safely keep this treasured trust!
The land redeemed proclaims his worth,
The nation weeps his honored dust.

Unnumbered tongues his deeds shall praise;
Unnumbered hearts revere his name;
His crown, a wreath which ne'er decays,
His fame is an immortal fame.

Love hovers round his funeral urn;
A nation's banner o'er him waves, —
So slept the ancient heroes, borne
With regal pomp to honored graves.

Rest, patriot, soldier, calmly rest!
No sound thy deep repose shall break,
Till the day dawn in glory dressed,
Till the immortal morning wake.