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POEMS OF OCCASION Will not break the slumbers deep, the beautiful ripe sleep

Of this lion of the wave,

Will not trouble the old Admiral in his grave.

Earth to earth his dust is laid.

Methinks his stately shade

On the shadow of a great ship leaves the shore;

Over cloudless western seas

Seeks the far Hesperides,

The islands of the blest,

Where no turbulent billows roar,—

Where is rest.

His ghost upon the shadowy quarter stands

Nearing the deathless lands.

There all his martial mates, renewed and strong,

Await his coming long.

I see the happy Heroes rise

With gratulation in their eyes:

Who win the glory and the scars?

How floats the skyey flag,—how many stars?

Still speak they of Decatur's name,

Of Bainbridge's and Perry's fame?

Of me, who earliest came?

Make ready, all:

Room for the Admiral!

Come, Stewart, tell us of the wars!"

November 22, 1869.

HORACE GREELEY

, let thy softest mantle rest

On this worn child to thee returning,

Whose youth was nurtured at thy breast,

Who loved thee with such tender yearning! 164