Classic Poem

On thee has God conferred
A bodily presence mean as Paul's
Yet made thee bearer of a word
That sleepy nations as with trumpet calls

O noble heart accept
With equal thanks the talent & disgrace
The splendid town unwept
Nourish thy power in a private place.

Think not that unattended
By heavenly Powers thou steal'st to solitude
Nor even on earth all unbefriended
Tho no sweet rabble shouts on thee intrude

Let Webster's lofty face
Ever on thousands shine
A beacon set that Freedoms race
Might gather omens from that radiant sign.