Who reached obscurity thus life’s journey’s end?
No, Art had made a brilliant name his own
And him the hero honored as his friend.
Yet in the latest office due the dead,
To him without parade thus sadly done,
Was he not honored much for whom was shed
That old man’s tears, by veteran friendship won?
How touching is such grief; who does not sigh
To see the sorrow-stricken hero bend;
The tear that mocks restraint, big in his eye,