He came, a household ghost we could not ban:

He sat, on winter nights, by cabin fires;

His summer fairies linked their hands

Along our yellow sands;

He preached within the shadow of our spires;

And when the certain Fate drew nigh, to cleave

The birth-cord, and a separate being leave,

He, in our ranks of patient-hearted men,

Wrought with the boundless forces of his fame,

Victorious, and became