They shall shout from land and sea,
Death! where is thy dark dominion!
Grave! where is thy victory!
Then we’ll meet her, gladly meet her,
Where we’ll never parted be.
Ode.
Written for the anniversary exercises of the Golden Branch Society of Phillips’ Exeter Academy, June, 1850.
Borne on in the swift course of time,
The hour again is here,
Which calls from us a sad adieu,