Which he, strong leader in a radiant day,
Had helped to build, when Georgia’s unbound powers
Amazed the world and held majestic sway.
Grady is gone, like meteor flashing bright
Across the canopy of star-gemmed night!
III.
Lift him, with gentleness, and bear him hence!
Keep slow, deliberate pace unto the grave
Which long must be a spot where reverence,
Halting its footsteps, will his laurel wave!