To Charles Carroll, of Carrollton, on his 90th Birthday--Baltimore Gazette Sept 20[,] 1827. translated by Neilson Poe, Sept 22, 1827.
Will we be asked by whose immortal hand Was wreathed the crown I offer now to thee? Last Relic of that all unequalled band! Was it thy guardian genius; Liberty? Thy Country's Deity shall round thy brow A wreath of olive and of laurel bind And all the fairest flowers on earth that grow Shall be with them in harmony entwined. As Ivy clasps the aged elm around And breathes abroad a sweetly mild perfume So shall the chaplet on thy temples bound Flourish forever in perennial bloom Sublime thou lingerest still in this our sphere, Like some lone landmark on the deserts' waste And Oh! While yet thy spirit hovers here May'st thou of earth its purest pleasures taste Thy sun in setting, but the mellow light Of evening gilds the heavens from pole to pole: Thy day is passing into transient night, For moon shall dawn far brighter on thy Soul.
Sept: 22, 1827
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