O'er the heart of CHILDE HAROLD Greek maidens shall weep; In his own native island his body shall sleep With the bones of the bravest and best: But his Song shall go down to the latest of time; Fame tell how he rose for the earth's loveliest clime, And Mercy shall blot out the rest.
Among Mr. Sprague's papers was found the following memorandum: "This was written impromptu on hearing that the heart of Lord Byron was to be inurned in Greece, and his body sent home for burial in Westminster Abbey."
