Old Grimes is dead, that good old man,—
We ne’er shall see him more;
He used to wear a long black coat,
All buttoned down before.
His heart was open as the day,
His feelings all were true;
His hair was some inclined to gray,—
He...
O’er a low couch the setting sun
Had thrown its latest ray,
Where in his last strong agony
A dying warrior lay,—
The stern old Baron Rudiger,
Whose frame had ne’er been bent
By wasting pain, till time and toil
Its iron strength had...
