Lines On the Death of Hon. D.C. Broderick
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Title
Lines On the Death of Hon. D.C. Broderick
Description
See, Freedom's eagle droops her plume,
The silver cord is loosened now,
Through San Francisco's silent strets,
His country sadly mourns his loss,
And bends her noble crest,
In grief for him who martyred fell,In Liberty's contest.
Not Broderick only, but the causeWas riven by the blow,
And treachery, with blackened art,Has slain her bravest foe.
The silver cord is loosened now,
Though mourned by friends with pain,
And glory wreath has lost a roseIt never can regain.
Kansas, weep o'er the hero's shrine,Who nobly fought for you;
His manly soul craved pelf nor power—No! Broderick's heart was true!
Through San Francisco's silent strets,
The mourning draperies wave,
And thousands of his weeping friendsConveyed him to his grave.
The sacred feelings of the soul,Words never can convey;
Grief cannot eulogize the friendForever passed away.
His country sadly mourns his loss,
Freedom regrets his doom,
And gentle virtue, pale-browed maid,Sits weeping at his tomb;
But not with tears grieve valiant souls—They to the conquest fly,
To avenge our hero's traitorous doom,Or like a Broderick die!
Creator
Arabella C. Ross
Source
1:14, p. 1
Date
10.22.1859
Collection
Citation
Arabella C. Ross, “Lines On the Death of Hon. D.C. Broderick,” Periodical Poets, accessed September 8, 2024, https://periodicalpoets.com/items/show/588.
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