Let her great name be ever dear!
Dear President! With thee a nation mourns
And sheds kind teardrops on her bier,
For thou hast lost the goodliest wife of earth
And art left ’lone, disconsolate, here.
THE PIRATE ANT
Oh, see her bear her heavy burden,
Undaunted ’gainst the stirring breeze;
The cordlet quakes and tremulous shakes
As the antlet quivers with the trees.