Our Martyred President

Our martyred chief reposes in the silent tomb,
From labor, pain and care; but his illustrious deeds
And name shall flourish in transcendent bloom,
And sacred memory of the kindled hearts
Of nations, and in reverence ever green.
He is not dead, his spirit brightly shines
In glorious joy in the eternal home
Where sin and woe and foes are all unknown;
Where peace and love and freedom never cease;
Where is no darkness, and no tears are shed;
Where the redeemed all wear their golden crowns,
And live eternal on the happy shores!

     Wilkesbarre, Pa.