That statue glows in the gleam of the sun,
Amid drumming and trumpeting, chorus and song,
The praise of the speaker, the shout of the throng,
Throned white o’er the waving of plumes and of flags
That surge to its base as a sea to her crags.
Now cheer we the monument, capp’d and clear’d,
So cheer we the man for whom it is rear’d.
IX.
What? cheer we the man?
No doubt, in youth