Epitaph in a Church-Yard in Charleston, South Carolina

He died of “Stranger's Fever” when his youth

Had scarcely melted into manhood, so

The chiselled legend runs; a brother's woe

Laid bare for epitaph. The savage ruth

Of a sunny, bright, but alien land, uncouth

With cruel caressing dealt a mortal blow,

And by this summer sea where flowers grow

In tropic splendor, witness to the truth

Of ineradicable race he lies.

The law of duty urged that he should roam,

Should sail from fog and chilly airs to skies

Clear with deceitful welcome. He had come

With proud resolve, but still his lonely eyes

Ached with fatigue at never seeing home.