Source: Kitchen Visits with the Muses
Source type: book
Document type: poem
Document title: “Our Martyr-President—McKinley”
Author(s): Wilder, Cordelia Beardsley
Publisher: none given
Place of publication: Coventry, New York
Year of publication: 1902
|Wilder, Cordelia Beardsley. “Our Martyr-President—McKinley.” Kitchen Visits with the Muses. Coventry: [n.p.], 1902: p. 13.|
|William McKinley (death: poetry).|
“IT is God’s way; His will be done,”
Thus said our dying chieftain brave;
Then, cruel death, where is thy sting?
And where thy victory, O grave?
From kingly courts, from cottage small,
From every land across the sea,
There blends in one unbroken strain,
“Nearer, my God, nearer to Thee.”
Our loving ruler, kind and brave—
Cover him o’er with choicest flowers,
While bleeding millions trusting say,
God’s way and will be done, not ours.
Resigned and sweet his last good-bye;
His feet have touched the shining strands,
A regal coronet set with stars,
Placed on his brow by God’s own hands.
A million silent prayers ascend
For her who, patient, trusting, waits
To greet her loved, while angel hands
Are beckoning from the golden gates.
While from Columbia’s bleeding side
We turn with piteous, sorrowing cry,
There comes a purpose firm and strong—
Foul anarchy at last shall die.
Sweeter than e’er the grand old hymn,
Sung by that martyred spirit free,
Answering chimes come home from heaven,
“Nearer, at last, my God, to Thee.”