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The Three Coffins

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Parent Issue
Day
13
Month
September
Year
1878
Copyright
Public Domain
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Three coffinB await their final repose In the ancient cloieter's keeping, Aad a brinf hour henee the liüs wiïl close On the forms beneath theni sleeping. Tlte first Is a King who hath ruled the land, As Iris fathers did before him ; A jeweled scepter is placed in nis hand, To Bhow how well ho bore him. The next is a chief from the battle-field, Wounded and bronzed and hoary ; Jïy his side are resting his sword and shielcl, The emblems of martial glory. The third is a lowly son of song, With no state pomp attended ; 'The lay of his lyre hath sounded long Through the aisles- but now is ended. Hark Lwbat is that at the postern gate Like the roar of distant water ? Tie the foe, with boimding hopes elate, Returned to the work of slaughter ! Ho ! King, awake ' reascesd thy throne, And 'round thee eummon thy sages !" ÍYom the pale, mute lips Ihere is answer none While the storrü without stlll rages. Ho ! chief, awake 1 to the tents repairIn the van lead on thy legions I" Tjhey listen, but all is silent there, Stül and hushed as the Polar regions. From the poet's cofïïn a sigh is heard, And the lyre at his bare feet laying Starts into life, like the trill of a bird Whose melody knows no staying, Tis an old, old themc, but it fires the blood Of the troops with none to lead 'em, Aad they figat, as the valiant always ehould. Tor the lova of their faith and freedom "When the sun goes down in a radiant glow, With molten clouds attsndant, The three nailed cofllns are now laid low- The cross is in the ascendant 1

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Subjects
Old News
Michigan Argus