BY J.L. YOUNG.
Full orb'd, excelling every hope
That shone within his horoscope,
Stretching the limit of his days
Through sunny and o'er darkened ways,
Till far a-down the grooves of time
He passed the outmost picket line
That glooms along the vast abyss,
And veils the other world from this.
Full orb'd amid a nation's gloom,
The hero passeth to the tomb.
Full orb'd upon the scroll of fame
We write at last his deathless name
Among the chosen gems that set
A grateful nation's coronet.
Let muffled drum and cannon's boom
Sound requiem o'er the veteran's tomb,
And here let buds their toilet make
More lavish for the hero's sake.
Full orb'd amid a nation's gloom,
The veteran passeth to the tomb.
Full orb'd, the hero after toil
Rests calmly in his native soil;
The soil he fought and bled to save,
Yields him at last an honored grave.
Nor bugle note nor battle cheer,
Nor envy's darts assail him here;
But memory on her spotless page
Embalms the hero and the sage.
Full orb'd amid a nation's gloom,
The veteran passeth to the tomb.
Young, J.L. "To the Memory of Gen. Wool." Troy Daily Times. December 4, 1869: col 4.
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