Time-honored son, whose memory we revere, Around the wondering earth thy lustrous name Shone in old days, a sudden star of Fame, Nor is that glamour dimmed. No leaves are sere Among thy laurels. Greater seems each year Thy priceless benefaction. Let them crown Thy rare achievement with deserved renown Who reap the guerdon of thy rich career! Long hast thou passed the dark Lethean stream, Yet who but envies that illustrious sleep? Though thou art dust, yet vital is thy dream; The waves of all the world still chant of thee: Thy soul pervades the Ship and wings the Deep,— Thy Spirit is immortal on the sea. LLOYD MIFFLIN. End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of Robert Fulton, by Alice Crary Sutcliffe