Samuel Hoar
by
Franklin Benjamin Sanborn (1831�1917) |
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A YEAR ago how often did I meet
Under these elms,
once more in sober bloom,
Thy tall, sad figure pacing
down the street,�
But now the robin sings above thy tomb.
Thy name on other shores may ne'er be known,
Though
austere Rome no graver Consul knew;
But Massachusetts her
true son doth own:
Out of her soil thy hardy virtues
grew.
She loves the man who chose the conquered cause,
The upright soul that bowed to God alone,
The clean hand
that upheld her equal laws,
The old religion, never yet
outgrown,
The cold demeanor and warm heart beneath,
The simple grandeur of thy life and death. |
By Franklin Benjamin Sanborn (1831�1917)
Listed March 7, 2013 |
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