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KNICKERBOCKER GALLERY.
From the soil of his own loved New-England he sprang
When her acres were drenched with the blood of the brave;
And back to her bosom returning to-day,
With his honors full-blossomed, he sinks to the grave.
Never greater than when (as the sun of his life,
Sloping westward, grew large) humbly kissing the rod,
On the arms of the Angel of Faith and of Hope
He leaned for support, and went home to his God.
When her acres were drenched with the blood of the brave;
And back to her bosom returning to-day,
With his honors full-blossomed, he sinks to the grave.
Never greater than when (as the sun of his life,
Sloping westward, grew large) humbly kissing the rod,
On the arms of the Angel of Faith and of Hope
He leaned for support, and went home to his God.
