Classic Poem

Like some bright star his early promise shone;
Then, like that star eclipsed, went out a while,
Till Wisdom Infinite, the path alone
Which he should tread in joy marked with a smile.
Admiring readers see that Wisdom now,
And thank that Power that wisely thus ordained,
While laurel wreaths they twine around his brow
Who pressed undaunted towards the prize he gained.
Then with the plaintive notes of mourning hearts,
One loud, triumphant peal must mingle too,
That, ere such genius from our earth departs,
Its glorious trophies lit that star anew,
And " Prescott the Historian " stands beside
The Judge and Colonel who with honor died.