La Fayette

       The wail of France comes o'er the sea, --
            She mourns for thee, departed chief;
        And we, the children of the Free,
            Re-echo back the notes of grief.
        Thy course was like the morning sun,
            That lights two worlds, the east and west;
        Thy brilliant, glorious race is run,
            Thou takest thine eternal rest.
        Thy fame shall pass from age to age,
            From clime to clime, from sire to son;
        And History, on her glowing page,
            Shall write thy name with Washington.

This work was published before January 1, 1925, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.