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Written on Revisiting Brunswick in the Summer of 1875
Among the many lives that I have known, / None I remember more serene and sweet, / More rounded in itself and more complete, / Than his, who lies beneath this funeral stone. / These pines, that murmur in low monotone, / These walks frequented by scholastic feet, / Were all his world; but in this calm retreat / For him the Teacher's chair became a throne. / With fond affection memory loves to dwell / On the old days, when his example made / A pastime of the toil of tongue and pen; / And now, amid the groves he loved so well / That naught could lure him from their grateful shade, / He sleeps, but wakes elsewhere, for God hath said, Amen!