TO THE HON. JACOB S. YERGER.
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With him the brightness of the day departed, And darkness broods above us like a spell—Blind justice stood aghast and broken-hearted When the great key-stone of her temple fell.His intellect, beneath her magic fingers, All other minds bowed humbly down before;His place is vacant, but his glory lingers, Fadeless and bright, till time shall be no more.
A mournful dirge through countless hearts is wailing, In solemn silence sable emblems wave;The cypress branches now are sadly trailing, Their tear-wet leaves about his honored grave.Rest then, in peace, thou pale and dreamless sleeper, Reposing in thy dark and silent bed,Till roused again by that Almighty keeper, Who ceaseless guards the slumbers of the dead.
