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C.D. Warner, et al., comp.  The Library of the World’s Best Literature.
An Anthology in Thirty Volumes.  1917.
 
On the Death of Joseph Rodman Drake
By Fitz-Greene Halleck (1790–1867)
 
GREEN be the turf above thee,
  Friend of my better days!
None knew thee but to love thee,
  Nor named thee but to praise.
 
Tears fell when thou wert dying,        5
  From eyes unused to weep;
And long, where thou art lying,
  Will tears the cold turf steep.
 
When hearts whose truth was proven
  Like thine, are laid in earth,        10
There should a wreath be woven
  To tell the world their worth;
 
And I who woke each morrow
  To clasp thy hand in mine,
Who shared thy joy and sorrow,        15
  Whose weal and woe were thine,—
 
It should be mine to braid it
  Around thy faded brow,
But I’ve in vain essayed it,
  And feel I cannot now.        20
 
While memory bids me weep thee,
  Nor thoughts nor words are free;
The grief is fixed too deeply
  That mourns a man like thee.
 
 
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