Farragut

Grand in his dreamless sleep our Admiral lies, The brave heart still, so fondly loved and blest; The light gone forth from those prophetic eyes, The guiding hand at rest. His star in glory set — his great work done Muffle the drum, and toll the solemn bell; And let the deep voice of the minute-gun A people's sorrow tell. A friend who failed not in the darkest hour; A valiant soul who at his Country's call Battled with Treason born of hate and power. And triumphed over all. One noble life the less for Heaven to take; One hero more passed from this land of ours; — Lay fairest garlands on his bier, and make Death beautiful with flowers. A Nation's heart shall be his funeral urn, While time shall add new lustre to his fame And Freedom's fires with holier light shall burn, Where'er is breathed his name.