 | The poetical works of John Greenleaf Whittier |  |
R. S. S., AT DEER ISLAND ON THE MERRIMAC.
Make, for he loved thee well, our Merrimac,From wave and shore a low and long lament
For him, whose last look sought thee, as he went
The unknown way from which no step comes back.
And ye, O ancient pine-trees, at whose feet
He watched in life the sunset's reddening glow,
Let the soft south wind through your needles blow
A fitting requiem tenderly and sweet!
No fonder lover of all lovely things
Shall walk where once he walked, no smile more glad
Greet friends than his who friends in all men had,
Whose pleasant memory to that Island clings
Where a dear mourner in the home he left
Of love's sweet solace cannot be bereft.
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