Hath snatch’d a hero from the arms of death,
In whose broad bosom beat the noblest heart
That ever drew on earth a balmy breath;
For while amid the sons of men he trod,
That true nobility to him was given
Whose seal is stamp’d by an approving God,
Whose ever-blooming title comes from heaven.
The fire of genius glistened in his glance,
’Twas written on his calm majestic brow,
That men might look upon its clear expanse