Grand in his dreamless sleep our Admiral lies,
The brave heart still, so fondly loved and blest;
The light gone forth from those prophetic eyes,
The guiding hand at rest.

His star in glory set — his great work done
Muffle the drum, and toll the solemn bell;
And let the deep voice of the minute-gun
A people's sorrow tell.

A friend who failed not in the darkest hour;
A valiant soul who at his Country's call
Battled with Treason born of hate and power.
And triumphed over all.

One noble life the less for Heaven to take;
One hero more passed from this land of ours; —
Lay fairest garlands on his bier, and make
Death beautiful with flowers.

A Nation's heart shall be his funeral urn,
While time shall add new lustre to his fame
And Freedom's fires with holier light shall burn,
Where'er is breathed his name.