Wlliam Gilmore Simms
The Simms Review (Vol 16: No 2) >> Monody, on the Death of Gen. Charles Cotesworth Pinckney >> Page 19

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Poetry | 1825
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Condemn'd to toil alone for earthly fame--
Hor who stood forth, nor selfish, nor dismay'd,
When Nature's Rights demanded every blade--
Who, in the hour "that tired men's souls," arose,
Prepared alike for amnesty or blows,
As duty will'd it--ever at the head
Of those brave spirits, who their best bloof shed
On plaind, streams, mountains, rich as Greece can boast--
Immortal offring!--sacrificed--not lost!
"Millions for Right,"'twas from his lips it went;
"Millions for Right--for tribute not a cent!"
And with the few that bled in freedom's cause,
Unshaken fought--and gain'd a world's applause.

But not alone applause--the tearful eye
The pale, wet cheek--the deep and mournful sigh,
Attest one truth in every heart imbued,
That general worth meets general gratitude!
Immortal Birthright! Kings their browns bequeath.
A splendid bauble--freemen leave the wreath
Of sacred will unbounded, to their sons
Rending "alliances" with Washington's!

Decay hath many trophies--memory more!
O'er long lost scenes her anxious eyes still pore,
With all the dreamer's earnestness, not dares
Desert the shrine of equal joys and tears--