Thomas Campbell

O star-eyed Science, hast thou wander'd there,
To waft us home the message of despair?

O star-eyed Science, hast thou wander'd there,
To waft us home the message of despair?

For there no yew nor cypress spread their glom
But roses blossom'd each rustic tomb.

For there no yew nor cypress spread their glom
But roses blossom'd each rustic tomb.

Our land, the first garden of liberty's tree--
It has been, and shall be, the land of the free.

Our land, the first garden of liberty's tree--
It has been, and shall be, the land of the free.

There was silence deep as death;
And the boldest held his breath,
For a time.

There was silence deep as death;
And the boldest held his breath,
For a time.

A stoic of the woods,--a man without a tear.

A stoic of the woods,--a man without a tear.