Rutherford B. Hayes. 1822- ——.
He serves his party best who serves the country best.[665:1]
Inaugural Address, March 5, 1877.
Footnotes
[665:1] See Pope, page 339.
[666]
Leonard Heath.
On a lone barren isle, where the wild roaring billows
Assail the stern rock, and the loud tempests rave,
The hero lies still, while the dew-drooping willows,
Like fond weeping mourners, lean over his grave.
The lightnings may flash and the loud thunders rattle;
He heeds not, he hears not, he 's free from all pain;
He sleeps his last sleep, he has fought his last battle;
No sound can awake him to glory again![666:1]
The Grave of Bonaparte.
Yet spirit immortal, the tomb cannot bind thee,
But like thine own eagle that soars to the sun
Thou springest from bondage and leavest behind thee
A name which before thee no mortal hath won.
Tho' nations may combat, and war's thunders rattle,
No more on thy steed wilt thou sweep o'er the plain:
Thou sleep'st thy last sleep, thou hast fought thy last battle,
No sound can awake thee to glory again.
The Grave of Bonaparte.
Footnotes
[666:1] This song was composed and set to music, about 1842, by Leonard Heath, of Nashua, who died a few years ago.—Bela Chapin: The Poets of New Hampshire, 1883, p. 760.