Thy gentle life was one long spirit-dream!
Pale envy on thy white soul left no stain!
Maugre ingratitude, neglect, disdain,
Thou held'st all men in sovereign esteem!

Poor wanderer through the earth's broad ways, thy theme
Was one of utter peace: thy charming strain
Lulled with delicious balm our mental pain,
Greek in its Art, and in its Faith supreme!

Poet, the muse that such soft accents gave
To this bad world, stronger than antique creeds
Lives in our hearts, where naught her beauty mars.
As thy calm life has been, so is thy grave,
Tranquil and sweet amid the flowers and reeds,
Serene beneath the splendor of sad stars!