Above a silent, shrouded form,
A nation in deep grief is bent;
From North to South all classes mourn
Our noble, martyred president.
From East to West, our country through,
A mighty sigh of anguish went;
As o’er the wires the message flew,
Death claims our martyred president.
O’er all the land Old Glory waves,
A tribute mute, most eloquent;
And stars above bend o’er our stars,
In mourning for our president.
A sweet-faced woman bravely strives
To bear the sorrow to her
sent;
In her great loss we sympathize,
And with her mourn our president.
A soldier brave, a patriot true,
A statesman grand, was to us sent;
True to his manhood, to his country true,
Our noble, martyred president.
A noble race too quickly run,
A noble life too quickly spent;
One of God’s noblest ’neath the sun,
Our loving, martyred president.
“Good bye, it is God’s way,” he said,
Such faith with resignation blent;
“His will be done, not ours,” and, dead!
Our noble, martyred president.
Foul, foul, the deed which laid him low,
Treason, the teachings where ’ere
sent;
Cursed be the cause which brought the woe,
Called us to mourn our president.
A nation weeps, and every tear
Bears to high heaven a summons
plaint;
God reigns, and surely he will hear,
Avenge our martyred president.
God grant that when our work is through,
Duties performed, and life well
spent;
In the fair land beyond the blue,
We’ll meet our martyred president.
Nashua, Sept. 14, 1901.
