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Source: Lawrence Daily Journal Source type: newspaper Document type: poem Document title: “‘When Thou Art Laid Down’” Author(s): Arnold, Annie Sears City of publication: Lawrence, Kansas Date of publication: 19 September 1901 Volume number: 33 Issue number: 217 Pagination: [2] |
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| Arnold, Annie Sears. “‘When Thou Art Laid Down.’” Lawrence Daily Journal 19 Sept. 1901 v33n217: p. [2]. |
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| William McKinley (mourning: poetry); William McKinley (poetry); McKinley assassination (poetry); William McKinley (death: poetry). |
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| none. |
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| The condition of the newspaper (an online scanned document) is poor in places, rendering punctuation and selected letters difficult or impossible to read. A best guess is given below as to what the punctuation is intended to be. |
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“When Thou Art Laid Down”
Rise up, uncovered my brother,
From your utmost southern bay,
And you from your rolling prairie,
Where the western breezes play,
And North, and the East go mourning
For him who is dead today.
O, lower the flag and drape it
As he to his rest is borne[!]
While the long, long bells go tolling
Mourn ye, and mourn and mourn.For him whom the hissing bullet
Hath thrust into death’s dark maw;
Whose law was the tenderest mercy,
Whose mercy was highest law;
Unfearing e’en death’s undoing,
Brave stateman [sic] with scarce a flaw.
O, lower the flag and drape it
As he to his rest is borne!
While the long, long bells go tolling
Mourn ye[,] and mourn and mourn.O, strange that so brave a soldier,
At a coward’s foul command
Could falter thus in his marching,
Could stay thus his hero hand.
O, lower the flag and drape it
As he to his rest is borne!
While the long[,] long bells go tolling
Mourn ye, and mourn and mourn.The truest—the dearest lover
He stands to the world confessed.
Now open your arms, Ohio,
And gather him to his rest,
While the world stands at attention
To him who hath done his best.
O[,] lower the flag and drape it
As he to his rest is borne!
While the long[,] long bells go tolling
Mourn ye, and mourn and mourn.