William McKinley

Our ruler slain, the Nation stands aghast.
     An assassin one hand as friend extends,
     With the other a deadly missile sends,
And deep gloom and sorrow the land o’ercast.
Nor does this people only bow in grief—
     All the world throughout, nations far and near,
     With regret the deepest the sad news hear,
And mourn with us the loss of our great chief.
Well might all people mourn the wide world o’er!
     For man the friend of all mankind was he,
     A noble son of this Land of Liberty—
His counterpart on earth may be no more.
     “Thy will be done,” “Nearer my God to Thee!”
     These words enshrine McKinley’s memory.