Hamilton Fish Armstrong, ed. The Book of New York Verse. 1917.
Lawrence and LudlowAnonymous
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Tenants of an honour’d tomb!
Conscious pride exalts the wave
Whose swelling bosom bears you home.
Now once more his realm you cross;
And each billow as it rolls
Moans an anthem for your loss.
Welcome to your parent land;
Softly here shall rest your head,
Pillow’d by your brother’s hand.
Here shall rise the sculptur’d stone;