Classic Poem

D'ARTAGNAN .

Thou art eternal, tho' the mighty brain
That brought thee forth from shadowland is dead;
In thee he lives imperishable, wed
To every joy of thine, to every pain.

Thy valiant deeds indelible remain;
We love thy young, hot blood in battle shed,
And by thy every daring deed are led
More firmly admiration to retain.

Whene'er thy name defiant meets mine eyes,
I see thee hurrying on a foaming steed
With valorous Porthos ripe from war's alarms.
And then again in sadness I surmise
How thy fond spirit must have bled, indeed,
When pressing thy dead Constance in thine arms!