Obadiah Cyrus Auringer - Gordon lyrics

'Tis not so sad to know that thus he died, Small power hath d**h to trouble such as he, Whom, overcome by darkest treachery, No meaner pang than pity could betide, But that so rich a spirit—such a pride Of pa**ion, splendor, immortality, Such a fire—be quenched and lost so utterly, How sinks our heart of hope betrayed, belied! Alas, and this is so! Not all that zeal, And power, and holy ardor could avail To turn aside one mean a**a**in's steel! What if within yon silent city's pale All these imperial pa**ions that we feel Be found at last but splendid dreams that fail?