Marco Bozzaris.
Strike—for your altars and your fires;
Strike—for the green graves of y our sires;
God, and your native land!
One of the few, the immortal names,
That were not born to die.
On the Death of Joseph Rodman Drake.
Green be the turf above thee,
Friend of my better days;
None knew thee but to love thee,
Nor named thee but to praise.
Burns.
Such graves as his are pilgrim-shrines,
Shrines to no code or creed confined—
The Delphian vales, the Palestines,
The Meccas of the mind.