Ten thousand spirits to their first great Giver—
To Him, who Godlike gave:
But, Sol, thou art not dead!
Those eyes that twinkle ’neath the grey-hair’d brow
Of One with wondrous mind—
Defining laws to nations—teaching how
Rulers should rule to find
Love in the multitude—
When clos’d for e’er, ah! then thy country’ll shed,
O! generous Palmerston,—