..., as he then anticipated, it is on the lips of grateful millions, and written ineffaceable on the record of his country's trial and triumph:— Yet not for me when I shall fall asleep Shall Santa Croce 's lamps their vigils keep. Beyond the main in Auburn's quiet shade, With those I loved and love my couch be made; Spring's pendant branches o'er the hillock wave, And morning's dewdrops glisten o...