O, not for thee weep;-we weep <br />For her, whose lone and long caress, <br />And widow's tears, from fountains deep, <br />Fall on the early fatherless. <br /> <br /> <br />'T is for ourselves we mourn;-we mourn <br />Our blighted hopes, our wishes crossed, <br />Thy strength, that hath our burdens borne, <br />Thy love, thy smile, thy counsels lost. <br /> <br /> <br />'T is for the slave we sigh:-we sigh <br />To think thou sleepest on a shore <br />Where thy calm voice and beaming eye <br />Shall plead the bondman's cause no more. <br /> <br /> <br />'T is for our land we grieve:-we grieve <br />That Freedom's fane, Devotion's shrine, <br />And Faith's fresh altar, thou should'st leave, <br />And they all lose a soul like thine. <br /> <br /> <br />A soul like thine-so true a soul, <br />Wife, friends, our land, the world must miss: <br />The waters o'er thy corse may roll, <br />But thy pure spirit is in bliss.<br /><br />John Pierpont<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/death-of-charles-follen/
