Elegy On Captain Matthew Henderson
n, empress of the silent night!
and you, ye twinkling starnies bright,
my matthew mourn!
for through your orbs he's ta'en his flight,
ne'er to return.
o henderson! the man! the brother!
and art thou gone, and gone for ever!
and hast thou crost that unknown river,
life's dreary bound!
like thee, where shall i find another,
the world around!
go to your sculptur'd tombs, ye great,
in a' the tirash o' state!
but by thy hourf i'll wait,
thou man of worth!
ahe ae best fellow's fate
e'er y ih.