The earth may ring, from shore to shore, <br />With echoes of a glorious name, <br />But he, whose loss our tears deplore, <br />Has left behind him more than fame. <br /> <br />For when the death-frost came to lie <br />On Leggett's warm and mighty heart, <br />And quenched his bold and friendly eye, <br />His spirit did not all depart. <br /> <br />The words of fire that from his pen <br />Were flung upon the fervent page, <br />Still move, still shake the hearts of men, <br />Amid a cold and coward age. <br /> <br />His love of truth, too warm, too strong <br />For Hope or Fear to chain or chill, <br />His hate of tyranny and wrong, <br />Burn in the breasts he kindled still.<br /><br />William Cullen Bryant<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/lines-in-memory-of-william-leggett/
