So high but that his heart forever
Was by the lowliest accent thrilled;
He loved his land and sought to save it,
And in that love he freely gave it
The life Death’s hand hath touched and stilled.
IX.
Dear, brave, true heart! You fell as falleth
A star when from far spaces calleth
God’s voice that shakes the trembling spheres;
Fell! Nay! that voice, like softest lyre,