Pass'd to the chamber in his lordly mansion, Breath'd of her sweetest to her bravest child. Now that last look we saw upon his features And whatsoever else immortal is. Ah! ye do well to bear him out from Knowsley, Quietly, as he charged you, to the aisle. No harm that muffled bells be heard from steeples, Or that flags half-mast high be hung awhile; But let not any herald Break the wand o'er him, and proclaim his style. Only what time the vault is dimly lighted Be duly seen the cap and coronet. Sufficient is all England's proclamation Of him whose chaplet many a leaf entwines— The noblest giver of the noblest largesse ; Whose name for ever on her record shines; Who, for a while turned poet, Pour'd his large rhetoric into Homer's lines. * Il., xxiv. 759. Sufficient for his witness to his country The work that only patriot spirits can Work in the plenitude of truth and genius, The loftiest life-work of directest planRest, Edward, Earl of Derby, A very perfect knight and gentleman. THE DERRY STATUE ΤΟ THE MEMORY OF SIR R. A. FERGUSON, M.P. Ан, raise it up— Raise up the statue in the storied town; Like flags that tell us where a ship went down. Ah, raise it up Raise up the statue in the quiet square ; And let it front At eve or dawn, or with a nameless charm The Foyle that brims and brightens by the Farm. Why raise it up? Where are the great lines there that we may seek, Not such are here, If life-drawn truth have moulded it; not such, Have stamp'd in bronze the presence loved so much. Yet raise it up. Methinks the shaggy brow speaks honest scorn, Ah, raise it up— Show us the rugged gentleness, the true eyes Ah, raise it up— And let it tell, as far as sculpture can, Yet scarcely tell The lines that gather on that kindly brow, And often here, Come from the heather'd hill, where ever higher, And often here, When in the busy square the parted meet, Ah me! ah me! The souls in white, who with a single aim |