186	ONE   THOUSAND   FAMOUS   THINGS
Meanwhile, without, the surly cannon waited,
The sun rose bright overhead ;
Nothing in Nature's aspect intimated
That a great man was dead.
Longfellow
So When a Great Man Dies
g
aklanbs upon his grave,
And flowers upon his hearse,
And to the tender heart and brave
The tribute of this verse.
His was the troubled life
The conflict and the pain,
The grief, the bitterness of strife,
The honour without stain.
Like Winkelried, he took
Into his manly breast
The sheaf of hostile spears, and broke
A path for the oppressed.
Then from the fatal field,
Upon a nation's heart
Borne like a warrior on his shield I
So should the brave depart.
Death takes us by surprise,
And stays our hurrying feet;
The great design unfinished lies,
Our lives are incomplete.
But in the dark unknown
Perfect their circles seem,
Even as a bridge's arch of stone
Is rounded in the stream.
Alike are life and death,
When life in death survives,
And the uninterrupted breath
Inspires a thousand lives.
Were a star quenched on high,
For ages would its light,
Still travelling downward from the sky»
Shine on our mortal sight.
So when a great man dies,
For years beyond our ken
The light he leaves behind him lies
Upon the paths of men.
Longfellow