Falls down without a sign of grief,
Nor deigns to heave a sigh,
The monarch or the statesman must
Fall down and crumble into dust—
As all are born to die!
Altho’ we[83] mourn for one now gone,
And he—that grey-hair’d Palmerston,[84]
We will give God the praise,—
For he, beyond the age of man,[85]
Eleven years had over-ran