[Read at the Unveiling of His Statue in Central Park, May, 1877]

AMONG their graven shapes to whom
  Thy civic wreaths belong,
O city of his love! make room
  For one whose gift was song.

Not his the soldier’s sword to wield,
  Nor his the helm of state,
Nor glory of the stricken field,
  Nor triumph of debate.

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