The Literati of New York/No. III/Fitz-Greene Halleck

"Men in the coal and cattle line, From Teviot's bard and hero land, From royal Berwick's beach of sand, From Wooler, Morpeth, Hexham, and Newcastle upon Tyne."

"Wild roses by the Abbey towers Are gay in their young bud and bloom — They were born of a race of funeral flowers That garlanded, in long-gone hours, A Templar's knightly tomb."

"Such graves as his are pilgrim shrines — Shrines to no code or creed confined — The Delphian vales, the Palestines, The Meccas of the mind."

"There have been loftier themes than his, And longer scrolls and louder lyres, And lays lit up with Poesy's Purer and holier fires."

"I'm busy in the cotton trade And sugar line,"

"But her who asks, though first among The good, the beautiful, the young, The birthright of a spell more strong Than these have brought her."

"Green be the turf above thee, Friend of my better days — None knew thee but to love thee, Nor named thee but to praise,"

"She dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the spring of Dove, A maid whom there were none to praise And very few to love."