BY JAMES W. SIMMONS.

Revealed, as in a lightning flash,

A Hero stood!

The invading foe, the trumpet's crash,

Set up his blood!

High o'er the sacred pile that bends

Those forms above,

Thy Star, O Freedom! brightly blends

Its rays with Love.

The banner of a mighty race

Serenely there

Unfurls--the genius of the place,

And haunted air!

A vow is registered in heaven--

Patriot! 'twas thine

To guard those matchless colors, given

By hand divine.

Jackson! thy spirit may not hear

The wail ascend!

A nation bends above thy bier,

And mourns its friend.

Thy example is thy monument;

In organ tones

Thy name resounds, with glory blent,

Prouder than thrones!

And they whose loss has been our gain--

A People's care

Shall win their hearts from pain,

And wipe the tear.

When time shall set the captive free,

Now scathed by wrath,

Heirs of his immortality,

Bright be their path.

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