Wlliam Gilmore Simms
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Poetry | 2009
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Thy Morning Sun was glorious; and the brave
100 Who bore thine honor' d relics to the grave—
Compatriots of thy soul! can well proclaim,
Thy Ev'ning worthy of thy Morning fame.
When care and anguish press'd thy fev'rish hand,
And Time had changed with mournful brow, the sand
105 That mark'd thy term of being, and thine eye
Had lost its bright expression, whilst the sigh
That pain extorts, foretold th' approaching hour
Of lonely desolation, when the power
That life imparts, inclining to its end
110 Calls deep attention from each anxious friend,
Say, did remembrance give thy ling'ring thought
One tone, which, dying, thou would'st have forgot?
Did pale conviction from her pilgrim cell
Pourtray one scene, thy heart remember'd well;
115 Harrowing thy soul to madness, whilst the tear
Stole to thy burning cheek, and wither'd there?

Searcher of Hearts! that still omniscient views
Each flowret's birth and water'st it with dews;
Thou who still scan'st as equal lord of all,
120 An Empires ruin, and a sparrow's fall;
Was he, who bore the warrior's, Patriot's name,
Condemn'd to toil alone for earthly fame—
He who stood forth, nor selfish, nor dismay'd,
When Nature's Rights demanded every blade
125 Who, in the hour "that tried 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 blood shed
On plains, streams, mountains, rich as Greece can boas
130 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.