<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=509958" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Hon. James B. Clay</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Another pang for Southern hearts,<br>That of late so oft have bled,<br>Another name to add to the roll<br>Of their mighty, patriot dead;<br>A vacant place ’mid that phalanx proud.<br>Of which each glorious name<br>Is dear to a mighty nation’s heart,<br>And dear to undying fame. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The God-given gift of genius his,<br>The patriot’s holy fire,<br>For he we mourn was a worthy son<br>Of a great and glorious sire:<br>Ah! whate’er the changes time may bring,<br>Shall never pass away<br>From the people’s mind, in North or South,<br>The deathless name of Clay. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet an exile in a foreign land,<br>His spirit passed from earth,<br>Far from the old dear scenes of home,<br>The loved land of his birth,—<br>The land he had well and truly served,<br>With heart, with sword, with pen,<br>Since first he had joined the march of life,<br>By the side of his fellow men. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">No Southern breezes, soft and sweet,<br>Played around his dying bed,<br>No Southern flowers in glowing bloom,<br>Rich fragrance round him shed;<br>The wintry light of a Northern sky,<br>Earth robed in snowy vest,<br>Were the scenes that met his yearning gaze<br>As he passed into his rest </div><div style="margin:10px 0">But near him gathered devoted hearts,<br>Wife, children, at his side,<br>Wept bitter tears while hushed they looked,<br>With fond, revering pride,<br>On him who had ever been to them,<br>Throughout his life’s career,<br>A model of all that honor high,<br>Or virtue holds most dear. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And other mourners leaves he too,<br>Who had learned to love him well.<br>Though short the time since he had come,<br>Within our midst to dwell:<br>Friends who will keep his name fore’er<br>’Mid those they we set apart,<br>To cherish deeply, and revere,<br>Within their inmost heart.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Rosanna+Eleanor+Leprohon">Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=509958" data-title="Hon. James B. Clay de Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon" data-description="Another pang for Southern hearts, That of late so oft have bled, Another name to add to the roll Of their mighty, patriot dead; A vacant place ’mid that phalanx proud. Of which each glorious name Is dear to a mighty nation’s heart, And dear to..."></div> </div> </div>

solid border dashed border dotted border double border groove border ridge border inset border outset border no border blue green red purple cyan gold silver black