HORACE GREELEY.By Jep Joslynn.
By Jep Joslynn.
Hush! a nation’s pulse stands still!Through it is flashed a thrillOf genuine grief!Grief for the Great and Good—Grief for the one who stoodIn strong relief,And half a century bravedOpinion for the enslaved,To find his name engravedOn Life’s clear leaf!A rustic child of ours,Who in Green Mountain bowersWas born to earth,Attained a giant life’Mid scenes of bitter strifeThat prov’d his worth!And, dying, leaves behind him,In hearts that have enshrined himAffection’s links that bind himTo every hearth!Let the solemn church bell tollFor the passing of a soulTo peaceful rest:Let tender tears be shedFor the illust’rous deadWho’s hand we’ve prest!For hearts to-day are riven—ALightwent out at evenTo glow anew in HeavenAmong the Blest!—New York Evening Telegram.
Hush! a nation’s pulse stands still!Through it is flashed a thrillOf genuine grief!Grief for the Great and Good—Grief for the one who stoodIn strong relief,And half a century bravedOpinion for the enslaved,To find his name engravedOn Life’s clear leaf!A rustic child of ours,Who in Green Mountain bowersWas born to earth,Attained a giant life’Mid scenes of bitter strifeThat prov’d his worth!And, dying, leaves behind him,In hearts that have enshrined himAffection’s links that bind himTo every hearth!Let the solemn church bell tollFor the passing of a soulTo peaceful rest:Let tender tears be shedFor the illust’rous deadWho’s hand we’ve prest!For hearts to-day are riven—ALightwent out at evenTo glow anew in HeavenAmong the Blest!—New York Evening Telegram.
Hush! a nation’s pulse stands still!Through it is flashed a thrillOf genuine grief!Grief for the Great and Good—Grief for the one who stoodIn strong relief,And half a century bravedOpinion for the enslaved,To find his name engravedOn Life’s clear leaf!
A rustic child of ours,Who in Green Mountain bowersWas born to earth,Attained a giant life’Mid scenes of bitter strifeThat prov’d his worth!And, dying, leaves behind him,In hearts that have enshrined himAffection’s links that bind himTo every hearth!
Let the solemn church bell tollFor the passing of a soulTo peaceful rest:Let tender tears be shedFor the illust’rous deadWho’s hand we’ve prest!For hearts to-day are riven—ALightwent out at evenTo glow anew in HeavenAmong the Blest!
—New York Evening Telegram.
ToFREDERIC HUDSON,
THE TALENTED JOURNALIST AND COURTEOUS GENTLEMAN, WHOSEFRATERNAL INTEREST IN YOUNG WRITERS, AND WHOSECONSIDERATE AND PATIENT TREATMENT OF ALL WITHWHOM HE HAS HAD BUSINESS RELATIONS, HAVEENDEARED HIM TO THEM, THIS VOLUME ISDEDICATED, BY HIS LATE SUBORDINATE AND SINCERE ADMIRER,
The Author.
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