LINES
WRITTEN
ON
THE
PILLAR
ERECTING
TO
THE
MEMORY
OF
MR.
BARLOW
,
Minister
of
the
United
States
at
Paris
,
WHO
DIED
AT
NAROWITCH
IN
POLAND
,
ON
HIS
RETURN
FROM
WILNA
,
DEC.
26
,
1812.
WHERE
o'er
the
Polish
desert's
trackless
way
Relentless
Winter
rules
with
savage
sway
,
—
Where
the
shrill
Polar
winds
,
as
wild
they
blow
,
Seem
to
repeat
some
plaint
of
mortal
woe
,
—
Far
o'er
the
cheerless
waste
,
the
traveller's
eye
Shall
this
recording
pillar
long
descry
,
And
give
the
sod
a
tear
where
BARLOW
lies
—
He
who
was
simply
great
and
nobly
wise
.
Here
,
led
by
patriot
zeal
,
he
met
his
doom
,
And
found
,
amid
the
frozen
wastes
,
a
tomb
;
Far
from
his
native
soil
the
patriot
fell
,
Far
from
that
Western
World
he
sung
so
well
!
Nor
she
,
so
long
belov'd
!
nor
she
was
nigh
,
To
catch
the
dying
look
,
the
parting
sigh
!
She
who
,
the
hopeless
anguish
to
beguile
,
In
fond
memorial
rears
the
fun'ral
pile
!
Whose
widow'd
bosom
on
Columbia's
shore
Shall
mourn
the
moments
that
return
no
more
;
While
,
bending
o'er
the
broad
Atlantic
wave
,
Sad
fancy
hovers
on
the
distant
grave
.