Tell his last act, done midst
Peril appalling,
And the last word of cheer
From his lips falling;
Follow in multitudes
To his grave's portal;
Leave him there, buried
In honour immortal.
So many a Hero walks
Daily beside us,
Till comes the supreme stroke
Sent to divide us.
Then the Lord calls His own,—
Like this man, even,
Carried, Elijah-like,
Fire-winged, to heaven.
Macmillan's Magazine, Vol. IV., page 294.