 | Virginalia ; or, songs of my summer nights |  |
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SONNET.
HARRISON.
In the serene evening of his bye-gone days,The sun of righteousness shed on his brow
A holy light—more beautiful than now
Appears high Heaven—too beautiful for praise!
His goodness bankrupt leaves the mightiest tongue!
For, as Heaven's arch, at night, with black is hung,
With mourning is the Country of his fame!
While, star-like, through the gloom, appears his name
Making the darkness beautiful with rays
That melt our sorrow, as the burning light
Of Hesperus the darkness of the night—
Defying all Earth's combined powers to raze
One atom of his memory from mankind—
As well may they attempt to fetter mind.
New York, April 6, 1841.
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