Source: Buffalo Review
Source type: newspaper
Document type: poem
Document title: “NcKinley [sic] Dead”
Author(s): Le Gallienne, Richard
City of publication: Buffalo, New York
Date of publication: 16 September 1901
Volume number: 19
Issue number: 86
|Le Gallienne, Richard. “NcKinley [sic] Dead.” Buffalo Review 16 Sept. 1901 v19n86: p. 4.|
|William McKinley (death: poetry); William McKinley (mourning: poetry).|
|Both this one (below) and a preceding poem appear on the same page under the collective heading “Poems in Honor of the Nation’s Dead.”|
NcKinley [sic] Dead
“Hats off!” they said,
“The President is dead;”
And somewhere overhead
A dark bell tolled and tolled;
True man, pure soul, brave heart,
How foul a thing to do!
Why didn’t they kill anyone,
Dear President, but you!
But you—how could they dream
A dream of hurt to you,
True American, if ever an American were true.
God knows He knows your worth.
And He knows how much we care.
Ah! I wish you could have seen,
Dear martyr, lying there,
Our eyes before youd [sic] died,
And I wish you could have heard
The little sobbing word
When the news was verified.
Well, a fool has shot you down,
A fool in freedom’s name.
Yet, you’re living all the same;
You’re living in our love,
Though you’re lying in the grave—
True, pure and brave.
The tears of all the world
Lie on your grave like dew;
The eyes of the whole world
Are wet for loss of you.
For you and the brave life
That lived so near to you.