DIED -- Early morning of September 5, 1876, and in the gleaming dawn of "name and fame,"
Hamilton J. Dunbar.
Dead! Dead! Dead!
We thought him ours alone; And were so proud to see him tread The rounds of fame, and lift his head Where sunlight ever shone; But now our aching eyes are dim, And look through tears in vain for him.
Name! Name! Name!
It was his diadem; Nor ever tarnish-taint of shame Could dim its luster -- like a flame Reflected in a gem, He wears it blazing on his brow Within the courts of Heaven now.
Tears! Tears! Tears!
Like dews upon the leaf That bursts at last -- from out the years The blossom of a trust appears That blooms above the grief; And mother, brother, wife and child Will see it and be reconciled.
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