previous next

[138] Alive, he loved, like all who sing,
     The echoes of his song;
Too late the tardy meed we bring,
     The praise delayed so long.

Too late, alas! Of all who knew
     The living man, to-day
Before his unveiled face, how few
     Make bare their locks of gray!

Our lips of praise must soon be dumb,
     Our grateful eyes be dim;
O brothers of the days to come,
     Take tender charge of him!

New hands the wires of song may sweep,
     New voices challenge fame;
But let no moss of years o'ercreep
     The lines of Halleck's name.


Creative Commons License
This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 United States License.

An XML version of this text is available for download, with the additional restriction that you offer Perseus any modifications you make. Perseus provides credit for all accepted changes, storing new additions in a versioning system.

hide Places (automatically extracted)

View a map of the most frequently mentioned places in this document.

Download Pleiades ancient places geospacial dataset for this text.

hide People (automatically extracted)
Sort people alphabetically, as they appear on the page, by frequency
Click on a person to search for him/her in this document.
Fitz-Greene Halleck (1)
hide Dates (automatically extracted)
Sort dates alphabetically, as they appear on the page, by frequency
Click on a date to search for it in this document.
1877 AD (1)
hide Display Preferences
Greek Display:
Arabic Display:
View by Default:
Browse Bar: