Constant at kirk and hearth, kindly as holy;
Death found—and touched him with finger in flying—
Lo! he rose up complete—hero undying.
Now all men mourn for him, lovingly raise him,
Up from his life obscure, chronicle, praise him;
Tell his last act; done 'midst peril appalling,
And the last word of cheer from his lips falling;
Follow in multitudes to his grave's portal;
Leave him there, buried in honor immortal.
So many a Hero walks unseen beside us,