are walking in the shadow of an awful crime to-day;
whole nation lifts its heart to God, while fervently we pray
we may patiently endure this hateful sin and shame,
has struck our foremost citizen at the summit of his fame!
an enemy had done this on a field of carnage red,
a known and hunted rebel with a price upon his head,
would then have been a mystery to every loyal heart,
a national affliction in which each would bear a part.
when the best-beloved of this noble, western land
every sign of power and state to take the outstretched hand
the simplest and the greatest—of the rich and poor alike—
what dastardly disloyalty at such a heart to strike!
have brought this awful evil on ourselves, my fellow-men;
us pause, and well consider, lest it come about again,
love of place, and thirst for power, and greed for sordid wealth
undermine our Nation’s life, and drain away her health.
when Liberty grows License, and “free speech” sedition’s yell
time for all true-hearted men to stop and ponder well,
sweep with one great cleansing wave from all this broad domain,
the besom of destruction, this foul and deadly stain!
Alaska’s untrod solitudes in grandeur cold and still,
the sacred field of Concord, and the shaft of Bunker Hill,
our farthest northern limit to the sunny, southern lands
new possessions wait us with open hearts and hands;
that sacred symbol floats, the old “red, white and blue,”
must and shall be in their hearts to that blest emblem true!
is no haunt for traitors—no rallying-place for crime,
our doors are open, and our hearts to true men all the time.
Columbia! Oh, my Country! sitting bowed with humbled head!
like these awaken memories of other loved and honored dead. 
within a generation has the foul assassin’s hand
the shadow of a causeless crime o’er our beloved land!
shall be so no longer! Oh! arise in all thy might;
in childish spite or temper, but with power that comes from right,
and crush this noisome parasite on the land of Freedom’s birth,
in mistaken kindness shield the off-scourings of the earth!
with a might that shall appal [sic] each slinking anarchist
grind e’en into atoms the man who dares resist!
this people wait such action, and will fortify thy strength,
thy new leader—brighter hopes—to nobler deeds at length!
P , Sept. 14, 1901.