At last thou art resting; thy life-work is ended—
Thy life-work so nobly and faithfully done;
And thy name, with the names of the mightiest blended,
Shall be honored and loved as the ages roll on!

Far away in the wilds, as thy life-scene closed slowly,
How thy soul must have pined for one home-voice to cheer;
But the God, ever kind, of the high and the lowly,
With blessings and strength to thy spirit was near!

How sweet to thy tired soul that glorious light breaking
In beauty untold o'er the land of the blest,
As thou heard'st, in the hour of that wond'rous awaking—
"Well done, faithful servant, now enter thy rest!"

Great Britain's Columbus—her son and our glory!
Her true hearts with love shall beat high at thy name;
Thou shalt stand 'mong the first in our country's proud
story,
And be graven with fire on the Temple of Fame!

Oh! that some minstrel soul, from the days long departed
Would awake, a meet requiem o'er thee to sing—
And tell of thy brave deeds—the high, lion-hearted—
Till the listening nations their homage would bring!