the flags half mast are flying,
deep down our hearts are crying;
(God keep the wife who sorrows at his bier!)
the public pulse that’s throbbing
its beats with silent sobbing.
(Each woman’s heart is mother to a tear.—
the depth of woman’s woe
a thing no man may know.
lips was Judas wearing,
his heart was hard, unsparing.
(He shot at HER—the miscreant!—nor missed.)
the ruddy blood that clotted
went out a life unspotted.
(She lives to think of him she once had kissed.—
much harder is her part.
in life now beats her heart.)
the days that followed after
were thoughts of joy and laughter.
(“I must be brave,” the little woman said.)
he from Death’s gate retreated,
bravely he old Charon greeted.
(In vain she tried to hold him. He was dead.—
Death had victory won
echoed his “Thy will be done!”)
is but a short probation,
his death grieved all the nation.
(Her heart is dead—what room is there for grief?)
he from Death’s portals drifted
were our hearts uplifted.
’Twas gall to tincture hopeful unbelief.—
day they’ll meet—We have the Word!
maybe, ’tis but Hope deferred.)
was patriot and true man,
of every man and woman.
(He was knightly, he was courteous and kind.)
was soldier, statesman, scholar;
foe to dolor.
(His words of cheer she tries to bring to mind.—
was she spared her feeble breath?
to comfort him in death!)
cries an angry people,
from spire and steeple.
(She sorrowing cries, “Will vengeance give him life?”)
to fiends anarchistic
with trimmings most artistic.”
(She, apathetic, says, “I was his wife.—
vengeance give to me the love
lost when soared his soul above?”)
infamously Czolgosz acted.
he pay the debt contracted
With the paltry little life he calls his own?
for fancied fault detected,
by million men elected.
Such conceit as this of his is seldom known.
Czolgosz, too, will be no more,
God will even up the score.
and ever does the nation
its deep commiseration
To the wife who lives and suffers all alone.
give her strength to bear it.
knows the people share it.)
And for our faults God help us to atone.
help us to do right and then,
will be done, O Lord. Amen.”