The glory of his honest heart and hand—
The simplest, and the bravest, and the best—
The Moses and the Cromwell of his land.
Too late the pioneers of modern spite,
Awe-stricken by the universal gloom.
See his name lustrous in Death's sable night,
And offer tardy tribute at his tomb.
But we who have been with him all the while,
Who knew his worth, and loved him long ago,
Rejoice that in the circuit of our isle