We deem them spoken pearls, or radiant diamond dew.
And never yet did I admire the power
Which makes so lustrous every threadbare theme,—
Which won for La Fayette one other hour,
And e'en on July Fourth could cast a gleam,—
As now, when I behold him play the host,
With all the dignity which red men boast,—
With all the courtesy the whites have lost;
Assume the very hue of savage mind,
Yet in rude accents show the thought refined;