Anne C. Lynch  

 
        ON A PICTURE OF HARVEY BIRCH.
 
        I know not if thy noble worth
            My country's annals claim,
        For in her brief, bright history
            I have not read thy name.
 
        I know not if thou e'er didst live;
            Save in the vivid thought
        Of him who chronicled thy life
            With silent suffering fraught.
 
        Yet, in thy history I see
            Full many a great soul's lot;
        Who joins that martyr-army's ranks,
            That the world knoweth not; --
 
        Who cannot weep "melodious tears,"
            For fame or sympathy;
        But who, in silence, bear their doom
            To suffer and to die; --
 
        For whom no poet's harp is struck,
            No laurel wreath is twined;
        Who pass unheard -- unknown, away,
            And leave no trace behind; --
 
        Who, but for their unwavering trust
            In Justice, Truth, and God,
        Would faint upon their weary way,
            And perish by the road.
 
        Truth, Justice, God!    Oh mighty faith,
            To bear us up unharmed;
        The gates of Hell may not prevail
            Against a soul so armed.
 


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