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Poem
March 12, 1828
Virginia Statesman
Wheeling, Ohio County, West Virginia
What is this article about?
Elegy mourning the death of Clinton, celebrating his conquest of regions and Erie's tide, with enduring fame through time and national grief.
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FROM THE ALBANY ARGUS
"FALLEN ARE THE MIGHTY!"
Lowly upon the bier
The mighty fallen lie:
Let genius, virtue, now come near
In funeral array
Gaze on the honour'd dead
For this your farewell gaze
He shall go down to the narrow bed.
And who shall fill his place?
There are, whose eyes are dim.
Whom glory cannot quell
Who shuddering hear the triumph hymn
For one they loved so well!
When shall they mourn him less -
When cease to speak his name, -
Will time e'er bring forgetfulness
While grief is fed by fame?
Tears fall for all who die:
They gem the humble tomb
But nations heave the funeral sigh
When genius meets his doom.
And sorrow's holiest sigh
Is breathed, when falls the brave:
And gilded plumes come waving by,
To find his hallowed tomb.
He conquered regions wide.
From nature's stern domain.
And Erie's dark submissive tide
Is subject to his reign!
The stubborn hills around
O'er which the barge is now,
By freeman's voice shall there be found,
Shall be his monument.
His deeds on the bright page
Of glorious time, belong:
And mighty bards, in every age,
Still swell his tribute song
And CLINTON: thus enshrin'd.
Thy name, thy fame shall be,
When sweeping time shall have left behind
All that was left of thee!
And at the fireside hearth
Thy name shall be a bond
That deep remembrance pays to worth.
As gathering years go round.
"FALLEN ARE THE MIGHTY!"
Lowly upon the bier
The mighty fallen lie:
Let genius, virtue, now come near
In funeral array
Gaze on the honour'd dead
For this your farewell gaze
He shall go down to the narrow bed.
And who shall fill his place?
There are, whose eyes are dim.
Whom glory cannot quell
Who shuddering hear the triumph hymn
For one they loved so well!
When shall they mourn him less -
When cease to speak his name, -
Will time e'er bring forgetfulness
While grief is fed by fame?
Tears fall for all who die:
They gem the humble tomb
But nations heave the funeral sigh
When genius meets his doom.
And sorrow's holiest sigh
Is breathed, when falls the brave:
And gilded plumes come waving by,
To find his hallowed tomb.
He conquered regions wide.
From nature's stern domain.
And Erie's dark submissive tide
Is subject to his reign!
The stubborn hills around
O'er which the barge is now,
By freeman's voice shall there be found,
Shall be his monument.
His deeds on the bright page
Of glorious time, belong:
And mighty bards, in every age,
Still swell his tribute song
And CLINTON: thus enshrin'd.
Thy name, thy fame shall be,
When sweeping time shall have left behind
All that was left of thee!
And at the fireside hearth
Thy name shall be a bond
That deep remembrance pays to worth.
As gathering years go round.
What sub-type of article is it?
Elegy
What themes does it cover?
Death Mourning
Patriotism
Political
What keywords are associated?
Clinton Elegy
Death Mourning
Erie Canal
National Grief
Enduring Fame
What entities or persons were involved?
From The Albany Argus
Poem Details
Title
Fallen Are The Mighty!
Author
From The Albany Argus
Subject
On The Death Of Clinton
Key Lines
Lowly Upon The Bier
The Mighty Fallen Lie:
And Erie's Dark Submissive Tide
Is Subject To His Reign!
And Clinton: Thus Enshrin'd.