Original Hymn. By W. E. Channing.

O'er the pall of a Hero the laurel should fall,
'Tis the love of a Father our voices recall;
With hope, like the sunshine, it paints the dark air;
O God, with thy mercy, interpret our prayer!

From isles of the Muse, over Hellas' blue wave,
From homes of the North, for the hearts of the slave,
Let swift-flashing memory his requiem be, —
Unfaltering, unfettered, unselfish as he.

Our fond hearts reecho his cry for the race,
For himself not a wish, — speed, speed to the place
Where anguish lies wailing, there always his home, —
O God, with thy mercy, illumine his tomb.

Unseal the veiled orb, for his eye, that ne'er slept,
Unfetter the mind from the darkness he wept;
The light of the soul is the star of life's sea, —
As loving, as hoping, as constant was He.