Be one with the dull, the indiscriminate dust.
These earthly glories will not last.
I lived to see my countrymen
Succumb to madness, dull their ken,
And overthrow a precious gift
In government, for common grift.
As men about me lost their heads
Engulfed in anarchy that spreads,
Through loss of what was dear to me
Yet I retained my sanity.
In life, what I attempted, failed;
In death, the effort not bewailed,
I took a comfort from the thought
That soul’s allegiance was not bought.
Brief is man’s hour beneath the sun,
But it must set, when day is done.