Classic Poem

Mournful and solemn is thy lesson death
When pomp and genius shall resign its breath!
More eloquent thou art in this sad blow
Than even the wondrous statesman laid so low
Be calm, O mourner! ev'n at Fox's tomb,
The chambers of the grave may yet have room—
And all must follow to that awful shore
Where fame's loud trumpet shall be heard no more
But death, ev'n death his empire shall resign.
To one who rules him with a power divine!