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John Bartlett (1820–1905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.

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Felicia Dorothea (Browne) Hemans. (1793–1835) (continued)
    Oh, call my brother back to me!
  I cannot play alone:
The summer comes with flower and bee,—
  Where is my brother gone?
          The Child’s First Grief.
    I have looked on the hills of the stormy North,
And the larch has hung his tassels forth.
          The Voice of Spring.
    I had a hat. It was not all a hat,—
Part of the brim was gone:
Yet still I wore it on.
          Rhine Song of the German Soldiers after Victory.
Edward Everett. (1794–1865)
    When I am dead, no pageant train
  Shall waste their sorrows at my bier,
Nor worthless pomp of homage vain
  Stain it with hypocritic tear.
          Alaric the Visigoth.
    You shall not pile, with servile toil,
  Your monuments upon my breast,
Nor yet within the common soil
  Lay down the wreck of power to rest,
Where man can boast that he has trod
On him that was “the scourge of God.”
          Alaric the Visigoth.
    No gilded dome swells from the lowly roof to catch the morning or evening beam; but the love and gratitude of united America settle upon it in one eternal sunshine. From beneath that humble roof went forth the intrepid and unselfish warrior, the magistrate who knew no glory but his country’s good; to that he returned, happiest when his work was done. There he lived in noble simplicity, there he died in glory and peace. While it stands, the latest generations of the grateful children of America will make this pilgrimage