DEATHLESS.
This man hath reared a monument more grandThan sculptured bronze, and loftier than the heightOf regal pyramids in Memphian sand,Which not the raging tempest nor the mightOf the loud North-wind shall assailing blight,Nor years unnumbered nor the lapse of time!Not all of him shall perish! for the brightAnd deathless part shall spurn with foot sublimeThe darkness of the grave—the dread and sunless clime!He shall be sung to all posterityWith freshening praise, where in the morning’s glowThe farm-boy with his harnessed team shall be,And where New England’s swifter rivers flowAnd orange groves of Alabama blow—Strong in humility, and great to leadA mighty people where the ages go!Take then thy station, O illustrious dead!And place, Immortal Fame, the garland on his head!—Horace: B. iii., Ode xxx.
This man hath reared a monument more grandThan sculptured bronze, and loftier than the heightOf regal pyramids in Memphian sand,Which not the raging tempest nor the mightOf the loud North-wind shall assailing blight,Nor years unnumbered nor the lapse of time!Not all of him shall perish! for the brightAnd deathless part shall spurn with foot sublimeThe darkness of the grave—the dread and sunless clime!He shall be sung to all posterityWith freshening praise, where in the morning’s glowThe farm-boy with his harnessed team shall be,And where New England’s swifter rivers flowAnd orange groves of Alabama blow—Strong in humility, and great to leadA mighty people where the ages go!Take then thy station, O illustrious dead!And place, Immortal Fame, the garland on his head!—Horace: B. iii., Ode xxx.
This man hath reared a monument more grandThan sculptured bronze, and loftier than the heightOf regal pyramids in Memphian sand,Which not the raging tempest nor the mightOf the loud North-wind shall assailing blight,Nor years unnumbered nor the lapse of time!Not all of him shall perish! for the brightAnd deathless part shall spurn with foot sublimeThe darkness of the grave—the dread and sunless clime!
This man hath reared a monument more grand
Than sculptured bronze, and loftier than the height
Of regal pyramids in Memphian sand,
Which not the raging tempest nor the might
Of the loud North-wind shall assailing blight,
Nor years unnumbered nor the lapse of time!
Not all of him shall perish! for the bright
And deathless part shall spurn with foot sublime
The darkness of the grave—the dread and sunless clime!
He shall be sung to all posterityWith freshening praise, where in the morning’s glowThe farm-boy with his harnessed team shall be,And where New England’s swifter rivers flowAnd orange groves of Alabama blow—Strong in humility, and great to leadA mighty people where the ages go!Take then thy station, O illustrious dead!And place, Immortal Fame, the garland on his head!—Horace: B. iii., Ode xxx.
He shall be sung to all posterity
With freshening praise, where in the morning’s glow
The farm-boy with his harnessed team shall be,
And where New England’s swifter rivers flow
And orange groves of Alabama blow—
Strong in humility, and great to lead
A mighty people where the ages go!
Take then thy station, O illustrious dead!
And place, Immortal Fame, the garland on his head!
—Horace: B. iii., Ode xxx.
LIFE AND WORKOFJAMES A. GARFIELD.
LIFE AND WORKOFJAMES A. GARFIELD.
LIFE AND WORKOFJAMES A. GARFIELD.
LIFE AND WORK
OF
JAMES A. GARFIELD.