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Now, all men mourn for him, lovingly raise him
Up from his life obscure, chronicle, praise him;

Tell his last act, done midst peril appalling,
And the last word of cheer from his lips falling;

Follow in multitudes to his grave's portal;
Leave him there, buried in honor immortal.

So many a Hero walks unseen beside us,
Till comes the supreme stroke sent to divide us.

Then the Lord calls His own,—like this man, even,
Carried, Elijah-like, fire-winged, to heaven.

AT THE SEASIDE.

SOLITARY shining sea
 That ripples in the sun,
O gray and melancholy sea,
 O'er which the shadows run;

O many-voiced and angry sea,
 Breaking with moan and strain,—