Lucy Larcom

Tolling

Tolling, tolling, tolling!
  All the bells of the land!
Lo, the patriot martyr
  Taketh his journey grand!
Travels into the ages,
  Bearing a hope how dear!
Into life's unknown vistas,
  Liberty's great pioneer.

Tolling, tolling, tolling!
  See, they come as a cloud,
Hearts of a mighty people,
  Bearing his pall and shroud;
Lifting up, like a banner,
  Signals of loss and woe;
Wonder of breathless nations,
  Moveth the solemn show.

Tolling, tolling, tolling!
  Was it, O man beloved,
Was it thy funeral only
  Over the land that moved?