The organizer., 1850-04-20
BY n. T. cLRPENTER.

Calhoun pillar ofhis country's pride,
The child of genius, and the Statesman bold
Who senates held in awe, whose spirit, tried
By two score years Of service, as pure gold
Shone brightly to the last-halh lost his hold
On life, and sluuibers in the quiet grave
p,s,A ,o,.. Aed his ass f1lr. sbeAs - q grsEToSl
And ceased he bsaahgs Of that heart 50 brave
A Nations sears are shed for him they could not
savs.
A solemn thing is death! Its ghastly form,
Its dlll and CLASSY eye whose light is fed,
lis cold and sli fIened limbs that late were warm,
Isvery silence, sir Ike the soul with dread,
We may not look unmoved upon the dead, fife;
Though neither pomp nor power were theirs in
But, oh what homiles TO us are read,
When sleeps a mighty one, and ends tae strife
or his long bright career, with fame and honor
rife
And such an one hath sunk in peace to rest,
Whose clarion voice hath ollen-time been heard
Ringing throughout The land, and in each breast
Emotions lasting, strong, and deep, were sIifned,
And listning millions hung upon his word
Whose mind expansive was as is the sea
That compases the earth whose AeaTt ne'er erred,
For It was pure as ever mans may be,
And full Of holy love for freedom and the
free.
Now that his career is run, even his foes
Must grant that he was brave, and pure, and kind
That Genius did unto his mind disclose
Her rarest gems, so dazzling, yet refined;
That patriotism, in his thoughts enshrined,
Was worshipped with love that few may feel
That in his country's councils, heart and mind
Were brought % act with energy and zeal,
To shield bis couHiry's rights advance his eoun-
Irys veal.
What'er his mind conceived his tongue proclaimed
Regardless OF what men might think or say:
The first approach Of wrong his soul intlamed
With burning elsquenee that noHe might stay
But on ii swept in It's terrific sway,
Tornado-like, throughout his native land
And men Of power unto his thoughts gave way,
And even opponents, who fain would brand
That patriot-sage with shame, might not his
words Withstand.
Go We unto his Southern home, where he tgreal,
Through years, long years, stood first among the
And there his name from every stain is freei
Not even calumny with tongue or hale
And heart Of gall, can his proud fame abae.
The social virtues round his heart enlwinet-
Al home or in the councils ofthe State,
Their radienl luslre shone upon his mind,
And though at times ausere, his heart was ever
kind
All must give thee praise and ! who sing
This feeble tribute % thy virtues worth,
would's to Thy grave one laurel gladly bring,
Though ne'er partisan cfthine The earth
Hath claimed the manly form il once gave birth,
And over all the land there rests gloom,
And sorrow fills all hearts where late was mirh,
For Freedoms favored land must, in thy doom,
One Of her jewels bright see lnouldering in the
tomh.
Rest, glorious Statesman, in thy narrow bed
Thy years were full Of honor greeneS bays
Shall mark the spot where sleeps the patriot dead
And pilgrims from Gar elimes, in future days,
Will journey 10 Thy tomb and bring thee praise;
And gifted bardS, in ages yet unb m,
viii sing thy fame In psiriolic lays
Thy name, ny natibn's history will adore,
And millions celebrate Thy hallowed natal morn