IN MEMORY OF JOHN LOTHROP MOTLEY.BY WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT.Sleep, Motley, with the great of ancient days,Who wrote for all the years that yet shall be.Sleep with Herodotus, whose name and praiseHave reached the isles of earth's remotest sea.Sleep, while, defiant of the slow delaysOf Time, thy glorious writings speak for theeAnd in the answering heart of millions raiseThe generous zeal for Right and Liberty.And should the days o'ertake us, when, at last,The silence that—ere yet a human penHad traced the slenderest record of the pastHushed the primeval languages of menUpon our English tongue its spell shall cast,Thy memory shall perish only then.