Stedman and Hutchinson, comps. A Library of American Literature:
An Anthology in Eleven Volumes. 1891.
Vols. IX–XI: Literature of the Republic, Part IV., 1861–1889
On the Death of Joseph Rodman Drake
By Fitz-Greene Halleck (17901867)G
Friend of my better days!
None knew thee but to love thee,
Nor named thee but to praise.
From eyes unused to weep,
And long, where thou art lying,
Will tears the cold turf steep.
Like thine, are laid in earth,
There should a wreath be woven
To tell the world their worth;
To clasp thy hand in mine,
Who shared thy joy and sorrow,
Whose weal and woe were thine;
Around thy faded brow,
But I’ve in vain essayed it,
And feel I cannot now.
Nor thoughts nor words are free,
The grief is fixed too deeply
That mourns a man like thee.