| Edmund Clarence Stedman, ed. (1833–1908). An American Anthology, 1787–1900. 1900. |
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| 547. Samuel Hoar |
| | | By Franklin Benjamin Sanborn |
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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, | 5 |
| 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, | 10 |
| 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. | |
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