Weep not for him—though hurried from the scene:
’Twill be earth’s boast that such a life has been.
Taintless his truth as Heaven; his soul sincere
Sparkled to-day, as mountain brooklets clear.
O’er every thought high honour watchful hung,
As broods the eagle o’er her eyried young.
His courage, in its calmness, silent, deep,
But strong as fate—Niagara in its sleep;
But when, in rage, it burst upon the foe—
Niagara leaping to the gulf below.