A leaf from Freedom’s golden chapter fair,
We bring to thee. dear father! Near her shrine
None came with holier purpose, nor was thine
Alone the soul’s mute sanction; every prayer
Thy captive brother uttered found a share
In thy wide sympathy; to every sign
That told the bondman’s need thou didst incline,
No thought of guerdon hadst thou but to bear
A loving part in Freedom’s strife. To see
Sad lives illumined, fetters rent in twain,
Tears dried in eyes that wept for length of days-
Ah! was not that a recompense for thee?
And now, where all life’s mystery is plain,
Divine approval is thy sweetest praise.
In Memoriam
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