James and Mary Ford, eds. Every Day in the Year. 1902.

September 21

Joseph Rodman Drake

By Fitz-Greene Halleck (1790–1867)

(Died September 21, 1820)

  • “The good die first,
  • And they, whose hearts are dry as summer’s dust,
  • Burn to the socket.”

  • GREEN be the turf above thee,

    Friend of my better days!

    None knew thee but to love thee,

    Nor named thee but to praise.

    Tears fell, when thou wert dying,

    From eyes unused to weep,

    And long where thou art lying,

    Will tears the cold turf steep.

    When hearts, whose truth was proven,

    Like thine, are laid in earth,

    There should a wreath be woven

    To tell the world their worth;

    And I, who woke each morrow

    To clasp thy hand in mine,

    Who shared thy joy and sorrow,

    Whose weal and woe were thine:

    It should be mine to braid it

    Around thy faded brow,

    But I’ve in vain essayed it,

    And feel I cannot now.

    While memory bids me weep thee,

    Nor thoughts nor words are free,

    The grief is fixed too deeply

    That mourns a man like thee.