Nor, my friend, Will thy dull ears awaken to the songs, Of jubilant birds, the Summer’s full-voiced choir, Singing thy praises—for they sing of Love, And Love was the high choral of thy life, The swan-song of thy soul; thou canst not hear The sweetest sounds—made sweeter for thy sake By the presiding Genius of this place— The silvery minor-music of the rain, Those murmurous drops, with iterations soft, Of every flower, and trembling blade of grass, A fairy’s cymbal make; the whispering wind, The sea-like moaning of the distant pines, The sound of wandering streams, or, sweeter still, The voice of happy children at their play— Ah, none of these interminable tones Of Nature’s many-chorded instrument, Which make the music of the outward world, As thou didst make its inner harmony, Out of the finer love-chords of thy heart, Shall ever move thee; but a mightier charm Shall often woo thee from thy heavenly home, To shed upon thy place of sculpture The splendor of a Presence from the skies; For thou shalt see a fairer sight than all The panoramas of the Seasons bring, And hear far sweeter music than the sound Of murmuring waters, or the melody Of birds that warble in their happy nests: Yea, thou shalt see how little children come To deck thy grave with daisies, wet with tears; See homeless Want slow hither wend his way, To bless the ashes of “the poor man’s friend,” And from the scant dole of his wretchedness, Despite his hunger, lay a liberal gift Upon thy grave, in token of his love; And in the pride and glory of her state, Sceptred and crowned, the Spirit of the South, Whose Heart, and Soul, and living Voice thou wert, Will come with Youth and Manhood by her side, To draw fresh inspirations from thy dust, And consecrate her children with thy fame, Till they have learned the lessons of thy life, And glorify her, too, with noble deeds; Thou shalt behold here, coming from all lands, The men who honor Love and Loyalty, Who glory in the strength of those who scale The mountain-summits of Humanity, And from their star-encircled peaks proclaim The Fatherhood of the Eternal God, The Brotherhood of Man—both being one In holy bonds of justice, truth, and love— Christ’s “Peace on Earth and good-will unto Men”— That old evangel, preached anew by thee, Till the persuasion of thy golden tongue Quickened and moved the world with mighty love, As if a god had come to earth again! CHARLES W. HUBNER. ATLANTA, GA.