Immortal soul, Oh, brother, friend of worth,
Living in spirit with the sons of earth;
Rudely taken by the assassin’s hand,
In the noonday of life, with promise grand.
Untimely death, O! vicious hand to slay,
A heart that lived with God, the perfect way;
To take the life blood of a nation’s pride,
And shatter the home tie, from side to side.
Time will forever keep memory green,
When the sculptured marble is dimly seen;
There is something grand in actions divine,
That leave on the granite an image fine.
There is something grand in ships coming home,
After tossing on the wildly curling foam,
There is something grand in an eagle’s flight,
Scaling the summit of a rocky height;
But nothing so grand as the life divine,
Soaring with angels to the Savior’s shrine,
Where glory and honor succeed each day;
Where pomp and grandeur never decay.
McKinley lives in eternal beauty,
Thy warfare over, life did its duty;
Heaven wrapped thy breath in raptures so sweet,
And laid the treasure at the Master’s feet.
