Rogers, will not future story br Tell thy glorious fame? br And in hues of living glory br Robe thy spotless name? br br There was more than mortal seeming br In thy wondrous eye,-- br Like a silv'ry star-ray gleaming br Through a liquid sky. br br Of that angel spirit telling, br Noble, clear and bright, br In thy 'inner temple' dwelling, br Veiled from mortal sight! br br Of that spirit meek and lowly, br Yet so bold and free, br In its all-absorbing, holy, br Love of Liberty. br br Thou didst leave us, gentle brother, br In thy manhood's pride; br And we vainly seek another br Heart so true and tried! br br Thou art dwelling with the angels br In the spirit land! br Chanting low and sweet evangels, br 'Mid a seraph band. br br But when Freedom's champions rally br 'Gainst the despot's sway, br Then they mourn the friend and ally br That has passed away.