But there's a glory brighter far
Than all that earth has given;
A beacon, like the index-star,
That points the way to heaven:
It is a life well spent—its close
The cloudless sundown of repose.
That such was theirs for whom we mourn,
These obsequies attest;
And though in sorrow they are borne
Unto their final rest,
A guide will their example be
To future champions of the free.
The Hunter's Carol.
A merry life does the hunter lead!
He wakes with the dawn of day;
He whistles his dog—he mounts his steed,
And scuds to he woods away!
The lightsome tramp of the deer he'll mark,
As they troop in herds along;
And his rifle startles the cheerful lark
As he carols his morning song!
The hunter's life is the life for me!—
That is the life for a man!
Let others sing of a home on the sea,
But match me the woods if you can!
Then give me a gun—I've an eye to mark
The deer as they bound along!—
My steed, dog, and gun, and the cheerful lark
To carol my morning song!
Washington's Monument.
A monument to Washington?
A tablet graven with his name?—
Green be the mound it stands upon,
And everlasting as his fame!
His glory fills the land—the plain,
The moor, the mountain, and the mart!
More firm than column, urn, or fane,
His monument—the human heart.
The Christian—patriot—hero—sage!
The chief from heaven in mercy sent;
His deeds are written on the age—
His country is his monument.
"The sword of Gideon and the Lord"
Was mighty in his mighty hand—
The God who guided he adored,
And with His blessing freed the land.