10 Best Famous Rochelle Poems

Tom Paine

 An Englishman was Thomas Paine
 Who bled for liberty;
But while his fight was far from vain
 He died in poverty:
Though some are of the sober thinking
 'Twas due to drinking.

Yet this is what appeals to me:
 Cobbet, a friend, loved him so well
He sailed across the surly sea
 To raw and rigid New Rochelle:
With none to say: 'Take him not from us!'
 He raped the grave of Thomas.

And in his library he set
 These bones so woe-begone;
I have no doubt his eyes were wet
 To scan that skeleton.
That grinning skull from which in season
 Emerged the Age of Reason.

Then Cobbet in his turn lay dead,
 And auctioneering tones
Over his chattels rudely said:
 'Who wants them bloody bones?'
None did, so they were scattered far
 And God knows where they are.

A friend of Franklin and of Pitt
 He lived a stormy span;
The flame of liberty he lit
 And rang the Rights of Man.
Yet pilgrims from Vermont and Maine
In hero worship seek in vain
 The bones of Thomas Paine.