George Lunt

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George Lunt (31 December 1803 Newburyport, Massachusetts - 17 May 1885 Boston) was an American editor, lawyer, author, and politician. He attended Phillips Academy. He was graduated at Harvard College in 1824, with special distinction in Greek, studied law, and began practice in Newburyport in 1827. In earlier life Mr. Lunt was an active member of the Whig party, and in its interests was distinguished as a public speaker. On the dissolution of that party he became a Democrat. He was elected successively representative for Newburyport and senator from Essex County in the legislature, was an active member of the convention that nominated General Zachary Taylor for the presidency, and was appointed United States District Attorney for Massachusetts under Taylor's administration. He eventually resumed the private practice of his profession, devoting his leisure to literary pursuits. When the Whigs dissolved, he joined the Democrats. Prior to and during the Civil War he was editor of the Boston Courier in conjunction with George S. Hillard. He opposed policies which would estrange the South and defended slavery. When he returned to the practice of his profession, he appeared frequently in the state courts, and was counsel before congressional committees in reference to French claims, preparing a bill and efficiently pressing it for the action of congress. Mr. Lunt's later years were marked by labors in behalf of harbors of refuge, notably at Scituate, on the south shore of Boston bay. By persevering effort he succeeded in securing very considerable appropriations from congress to this end. He was a man of firm convictions in both political and religious matters, and fearless and manly in their expression. As a writer his style was marked by strength, dignity, and grace.)

The Best Poem Of George Lunt

Requiem

Breathe, trumpets, breathe slow notes of saddest wailing;
Sadly responsive peal, ye muffled drums.
Comrades, with downcast eyes and banners trailing,
Attend him home: the youthful warrior comes,

Upon his shield, upon his shield returning,
Borne from the field of battle where he fell.
Glory and grief together clasped in mourning,
His fame, his fate, with sobs exulting tell.

Wrap round his breast the flag his breast defended, -
His country’s flag, in battle’s front unrolled:
For it he died, - on earth forever ended,
His brave young life lives in each sacred fold.

With proud, fond tears, by tinge of shame untainted,
Bear him, and lay him gently in his grave.
Above the hero write, the young, half-sainted,
'His country asked his life, his life he gave.'

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