William McKinley

Columbia bows in grief to-day;
     Her cohorts march with solemn tread;
They bear her best-loved son away
     To lay him with the dead.

His work is done, his star has set
     To rise on the immortal shore!
His name the earth shall ne’er forget
     Till time shall be no more.

A nation mourns beside the tomb
     That holds our loved, our martyred dead!
A nation’s flag is draped in gloom,
     A nation’s tears are shed.

Brother! Of never dying fame,
     Our country’s Soldier, Statesman, Sage!
At rest! There is no prouder name
     On history’s golden page.

A nation’s prayers, a nation’s tears
     For thee have not been given in vain.
Nearer thy God through endless years,
     Thou shalt forever reign.