Poems (Follen)/Lines on the Death of Dr. Spurzheim

by Eliza Lee Cabot Follen

LINES ON THE DEATH OF DR. SPURZHEIM.

Thou didst come a stranger here,
 O'er the tossing ocean's foam;
Now we shed the heartfelt tear,
 For the friend that has gone home.

What thou knewest of the mind,
 Thou to teach us, here didst come:
What it is, thy soul shall find
 In its own eternal home.

All thy manhood, all thy youth,
 Lonely pilgrim! thou didst roam,
Seeking for immortal truth:
 Thou shalt find her in her home.

We are still, where thou hast been,
 Far from that celestial dome;
We who took the stranger in,
 We are strangers—thou at home.