A Hero of the Revolution.

Let not a tear be shed!

Of grief give not a token,

Although the silver thread

And golden bowl be broken!

A warrior lived — a Christian died!

Sorrow's forgotten in our pride!

Go, bring his battle-blade,

His helmet and his plume!

And be his trophies laid

Beside him in the tomb,

Where files of time-marked veterans come

With martial tramp and muffled drum!

Give to the earth his frame,

To moulder and decay;

But not his deathless name —

That can not pass away!

In youth, in manhood, and in age,

He dignified his country's page!

Green be the willow-bough

Above the swelling mound,

Where sleeps the hero now

In consecrated ground:

Thy epitaph, O Delavan!

God's noblest work — an honest man!