| Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807–1882). Complete Poetical Works. 1893. | | | | A Book of Sonnets | | Parker Cleaveland |
| | Written on Revisiting Brunswick in the Summer of 1875
AMONG the many lives that I have known, | |
| None I remember more serene and sweet, | |
| More rounded in itself and more complete, | |
| Than his, who lies beneath this funeral stone. | |
| These pines, that murmur in low monotone, | 5 |
| These walks frequented by scholastic feet, | |
| Were all his world; but in this calm retreat | |
| For him the Teacher’s chair became a throne. | |
| With fond affection memory loves to dwell | |
| On the old days, when his example made | 10 |
| A pastime of the toil of tongue and pen; | |
| And now, amid the groves he loved so well | |
| That naught could lure him from their grateful shade, | |
| He sleeps, but wakes elsewhere, for God hath said, Amen! | | | | |
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