A Hero Of The Revolution.

Let not a tear be shed! Of grief give not a token, Although the silver thread And golden bowl be broken! A warrior lived--a Christian died! Sorrow's forgotten in our pride! Go, bring his battle-blade, His helmet and his plume! And be his trophies laid Beside him in the tomb, Where files of time-marked veterans come With martial tramp and muffled drum! Give to the earth his frame, To moulder and decay; But not his deathless name-- That can not pass away! In youth, in manhood, and in age, He dignified his country's page! Green be the willow-bough Above the swelling mound, Where sleeps the hero now In consecrated ground: Thy epitaph, O Delavan! God's noblest work--an honest man!