The land in which he died unknown:
His name has perished from the earth;
This truth survives alone:—
That joy and grief, and hope and fear,
Alternate triumphed in his breast; 10
His bliss and woe,—a smile, a tear!—
Oblivion hides the rest.
The bounding pulse, the languid limb,
The changing spirits’ rise and fall,
We know that these were felt by him, 15