Pro patria : verses chiefly patriotic / Clinton Scollard [electronic text]

THE GRAVE OF LAFAYETTE

Not far from Paris' troubled heart,—Its throbs and throes,— A holy ground-plot set apart Gray walls enclose;

One place in that gay world of sham Sans blot or blur, — The quiet convent of Les Dames Du Sacre Coeur!

Pass but the ancient door, and thereWhat vestal peace! From all the world of woe and careA rapt release.

And there, beyond where brilliant blooms In soft airs wave, Behold, engirt by lofty tombs, A modest grave!

A simple slab —no shaft of fame— Whereon is set A hero's name, the noble name Of Lafayette.

On him but niggard meed of praise His own bestow; With us, remembering bygone days, Be it not so!

When his were love and fortune, —all To make youth sweet, When life spread, one rich festival, Before his feet;

He left the pleasant primrose-bowers, The paths of ease, And sought a soldier's arduous hours Far o'er the seas.

Within his high, impulsive heart Burned freedom's flame, And he espoused the patriots' part With ardent aim.

He fought unfaltering till the end, — The goal,—was won; The fearless and the faithful friend Of Washington.

Ah, how his deeds of dauntless will Still starlike shine! Yorktown and Monmouth! Barren Hill And Brandywine!

Then honor to the true, the brave! His due —our debt! Wreathed immortelles upon the grave Of Lafayette!