The cypress, in funereal gloom,

O'erhanging many a hero's tomb,

Whose glorious memory shall outlive
All that vain pomp and wealth can give,
And shine until Time's latest day,
A halo hovering over dark decay.

Yes, there they sleep! th' immortal brave,
Entombed in holy Freedom's grave—

The mighty arm that grasped the sword,
To put to flight the savage horde,

The tongue that pleaded with applause
For liberty and God's high laws—
Cæsar and Tully, when-oh! when

Will such bright stars lume earth again?
There thrones and temples lie around,

There wrecks of empires strew the ground;

Decay and Slavery have wed,

And Genius rests her drooping head ;

And placid Beauty still appears,

Meek smiling through her limpid tears,

And Death sits throned on Glory's tomb, Triumphant o'er the wrecks of joy and bloom.

II.

By Tiber, UGo's Castle stands,

Surrounded by an olive grove,