ERMINE or blazonry, he knew them not,
Nor cloth of
gold, for Duty was his Queen;
But this he knew,�a soul
without a spot,
Judgment untarnished, and a conscience
clean.
In peace, in war, a worker day and night,
Laborious chieftain! toiling at his lamp;
The children
had the splendor of the fight,
Home was his battle-field,
his room the camp.
Without a wound, without a stain
he fell,
But with life rounded, all his acts complete;
And seldom History will have to tell
Of one whom Cato
could more gladly greet.
Among the just his welcome
should be warm,
Nor will New England let his memory
cease;
He was our peacemaker, who mid the storm
Of the
great conflict, served the Prince of Peace. |
