 | [Poem by Hayne in] In Memory. The Last Sickness, Death, And Funeral Obsequies, of Alexander H. Stephens, Governor of Georgia |  |
Past midnight now; the chill March morn is nigh,
When they that hearken catch one weary sigh,
And, his long martyrdom, his life-toil done,
He soared beyond the starlight and the sun.
O life sublime! O victory hardly won!
When they that hearken catch one weary sigh,
And, his long martyrdom, his life-toil done,
He soared beyond the starlight and the sun.
O life sublime! O victory hardly won!
Veil, Georgia! veil thy face, and bow thy head—
The noblest heart in all thy realm is dead!
The noblest heart in all thy realm is dead!
| [Poem by Hayne in] In Memory. The Last Sickness, Death, And Funeral Obsequies, of Alexander H. Stephens, Governor of Georgia | |