“But calmly sleep!—for thou art free,

And hands unchain’d thy tomb shall raise.

Sleep! they are closed at length for thee,

Life’s few and evil days!

Nor shalt thou watch, with tearful eye,

The lingering death of liberty.

“Flower of the desert! thou thy bloom

Didst early to the storm resign:

We bear it still—and dark their doom

Who cannot weep for thine!