Our Well-Beloved

(William McKinley, September 14, 1901.)

We dwell on his statesmanship with pride,
We love, of his life, its Christ-like side.

His trusting faith in the All-wise One,
“It is God’s way; His will be done.”
His loving care of his faithful wife,
Ev’ry day of a busy life;
His thoughtful word for the deadly foe,
“Let no one harm him.” Aye, we know
He must have sat at the Master’s feet,
To speak forgiveness so complete.
“Nearer, my God, to Thee,” his prayer,
“E’en though it be a cross” to bear.
Comforting words for the faithful heart
Who knew the hour had come to part.
The “Good-bye, all,” at life’s ebbing tide,
A message to our Nation wide;
No one forgotten—his great heart knew
The grief his people must pass through.
With sorrowing hearts we kneel and pray,
“God’s will be done, not ours,” alway [sic].

We dwell on his statesmanship with pride,
We love, of his life, its Christ-like side.