Peal’d forth a solemn dirge. Now swell’d it high
In lofty strains; and now in cadence soft,
It seem’d to die away upon the ear;
Then would it swell again, and reach the skies,
And seem to mingle with the music there.
Now where the Mississippi proudly roll’d
Its world of waters to the distant sea,
That dirge was sung again. The words were these:
“Unveil thy bosom, faithful tomb!
Take this new treasure to thy trust;