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Thu, 24.09.2009

LINES ON THE DEATH OF JOHN QUINCY ADAMS by James Monroe Whitfield.

The great, the good, and just the true,
Has yield up his latest breath;
The noblest man our country knew,
Bows to the ghastly monster, Death;
The son of one whose deathless name
Stands on history’s brightest page;
The highest on the list of fame
As statesman, patriot, and sage.

In early youth he learned to prize
The freedom which his father won;
The mantle of the patriot sire
Descended on his mightier son.
Science her deepest hidden lore
Beneath his potent touch revealed;
Philosophy’s abundant store,
Alike his mighty mind could wield.

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