| Edmund Clarence Stedman, ed. (1833–1908). An American Anthology, 1787–1900. 1900. |
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| 396. Andrew |
| | | By Thomas William Parsons |
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| ERMINE or blazonry, he knew them not, | |
| Nor cloth of gold, for Duty was his Queen; | |
| But this he knew,—a soul without a spot, | |
| Judgment untarnished, and a conscience clean. | |
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| In peace, in war, a worker day and night, | 5 |
| Laborious chieftain! toiling at his lamp; | |
| The children had the splendor of the fight,— | |
| Home was his battle-field, his room the camp. | |
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| Without a wound, without a stain he fell, | |
| But with life rounded, all his acts complete; | 10 |
| And seldom History will have to tell | |
| Of one whom Cato could more gladly greet. | |
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| Among the just his welcome should be warm, | |
| Nor will New England let his memory cease; | |
| He was our peacemaker, who mid the storm | 15 |
| Of the great conflict, served the Prince of Peace. | |
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