POETRY.
THE FUNERAL OF ULYSSES GRANT.
AUGUST 8Ta, 1885.
THE city sleeps, the mighty pageant's done ;
The radiant stars look out upon his grave Who marched and conquered, toiled and ruled, to save The land from Discord's bane, and keep her One.
What nobler service could a faithful son Perform, with all his heart, than that he gave To bind the Union fast, and free the slave P These deeds will brighten as the ages run.
Lincoln and Grant, imperishable names, Henceforth with that of Washington entwined Above the hearth of each Columbian home!
Ah, such a lustrous brotherhood proclaims That, in the New Atlantis, live the mind And quenchless fortitude of youthful Rome. G. H.