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Source: The Ghost of Kisheneff and Other Poems Source type: book Document type: poem Document title: “‘Ite Missa Est’” Author(s): Tudor, Henry Publisher: none given Place of publication: none given Year of publication: 1905 Pagination: 8 |
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| Tudor, Henry. “‘Ite Missa Est.’” The Ghost of Kisheneff and Other Poems. [n.p.]: [n.p.], 1905: p. 8. |
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| William McKinley (death: poetry). |
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| William McKinley. |
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| From title page: By Henry Tudor, Mo. Pacific Central Offices—Gould System. |
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“Ite Missa Est”
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The Mason’s hands are folded but the breach
Within thy walls, Columbia, gapes no more;
He healed thy wounds, though deep, and old and sore;
His own he could not heal. Thus God doth teach
Once more, that we must sacrifice our best
Upon His altar—“Ite missa est.”His work is finished; coupled once again
By his deft hands they race along the road,
Of empire, North and South, in one through train
That bears the wealth of nations for its load.
The Switchman’s task is ended; let him rest
On earth’ [sic] calm bosom—“Ite missa est.”Thy will be done, oh God, nearer to Thee
That strong, true heart shall beat so loud and clear
That peoples yet unborn shall pause to hear
Those throbbings which have made mankind more free.
His part is done, trust God to do the rest,
Hush, World, he sleepeth—“Ite missa est.”