To Kosciusko

Good Kosciusko, thy great name alone

      Is a full harvest whence to reap high feeling;

      It comes upon us like the glorious pealing

Of the wide spheres—an everlasting tone.

And now it tells me, that in worlds unknown,

      The names of heroes, burst from clouds concealing,

      Are changed to harmonies, for ever stealing

Through cloudless blue, and round each silver throne.

It tells me too, that on a happy day,

      When some good spirit walks upon the earth,

            Thy name with Alfred's, and the great of yore,

      Gently commingling, gives tremendous birth

To a loud hymn, that sounds far, far away

            To where the great God lives for evermore.