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Source: Up from Georgia Source type: book Document type: poem Document title: “William McKinley” Author(s): Stanton, Frank L. Publisher: D. Appleton and Company Place of publication: New York, New York Year of publication: 1902 Pagination: 176-77 |
| Citation |
| Stanton, Frank L. “William McKinley.” Up from Georgia. New York: D. Appleton, 1902: pp. 176-77. |
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| Keywords |
| William McKinley (death: poetry); William McKinley (mourning: poetry). |
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| none. |
| Notes |
| From title page: By Frank L. Stanton, Author of “Songs of the Soil,” etc. |
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William McKinley
I
Weeping skies that would seem to deplore him
Cast shadows on stars and on suns;
Drooped flags that are shivering o’er him
To a far-rolling thunder of guns!
And great bells that rock the starred steeples
And moan to the heavens above,
But dearer than all things—a people’s
Devotion and love!
II
O Northland and Southland far-sighing
Your grief, in this hour unblest,
He died for his country, and dying
Was folded in Love to her breast.
In the storm of the battle he towered
A beacon—a strength to the brave,
And Freedom, low-kneeling, has showered
Her tears on his grave. [176][177]
III
Fall, flags, o’er the sod where he’s lying;
Moan, winds of the world, as ye sweep
Over States unto sad States replying,
O’er oceans where deep calls to deep!
Clasp hands Time shall never dissever,
Though Fate strike with wrath and with rod,
Where he rests in a world’s Love forever—
In the great Peace of God!