Within this form there dwells a soul as high
As warriors in their battles e’er have proved,
Or patriots on the scaffold.
Vit. Valiant men!
I come to ask your aid. You see me, one
Whose widow’d youth hath all been consecrate
To a proud sorrow, and whose life is held
In token and memorial of the dead.
Say, is it meet that lingering thus on earth,
But to behold one great atonement made,