Peter Cooper

give honor and love for evermore To this great man gone to rest; Peace on the dim Plutonian shore, Rest in the land of the blest. I reckon him greater than any man That ever drew sword in war; I reckon him nobler than king or khan, Braver and better by far. And wisest he in this whole wide land Of hoarding till bent and gray; For all you can hold in your cold dead hand Is what you have given away. So whether to wander the stars or to rest Forever hushed and dumb, He gave with a zest and he gave his best— Give him the best to come. 1883.

Collection: 
English
Joaquin Miller

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