Source: Wilmington Daily Republican
Source type: newspaper
Document type: poem
Document title: “Our Departed President”
City of publication: Wilmington, Delaware
Date of publication: 24 September 1901
Volume number: none
Issue number: none
|“Our Departed President.” Wilmington Daily Republican 24 Sept. 1901: p. 1.|
|McKinley assassination (poetry).|
The poem is given below as it appears in the original source. The formatting, however, appears to be faulty. Based on the rhyme scheme, the stanzas are presumably intended to each be composed of eight lines. Line indentation likewise appears to occasionally be incorrect. And the penultimate stanza appears to be missing what should be its second line (one ending in a word that rhymes with “profound”).
The condition of the newspaper (an online scanned document) is poor in places, rendering punctuation difficult or impossible to read. A best guess is given below as to what the punctuation is intended to be.
Our Departed President
All the thrill[i]ng wires were trembbling [sic],
With their messages of grief,
Bearing to the st[a]rtled millions tidings of the[i]r prostrate chief.
’Till from ocean unto ocean flashing with the lightning s peed [sic],
Every hamlet, every hearthstone heard the foul assas[s]in’s deed.
As if po[i]sed upon the balance hangs the chance of life or death,
Seventy-five [m]illion souls are waiting, listening with bated breath.
Men of strength and courage falter,
Women weep and childr[e]n cry,
And from every household altar,
Fervent pray[e]rs ascend on high.
Ne’e[r] before the listening heav[e]ns,
Heard such universal prayers,
Mid the fertile fields and valleys,
Of his own fair native State,
And beyond the rocky summ[it]s of the whit[e] S[i]erra crest,
R[i]ch with sympathy and p[i]ty
Beats the strong pulse of the West.
Blending with the mountain echo,
To the nation’s cry of pain,
Swells the calm Paci[fi]c chorus,
Taking up the sad refrain.
From the lovely sun kissed valleys,
Of the orange s[h]aded home of the South,
A thr[illi]ng murmur fu[l]l of love and pity comes,
For the great heart of the na[t]ion,
With the su[ff]er[i]ng of its c[h]ieftan [sic],
Beats in sympathy profound.
O! the sympathy of sorrow, O the charity of love!
Lift[in]g up our better nature’s [sic],
All our groser [sic] selves above
Making manhood seem more Christ-like,
Through the ministry they bring,
Stealing o’er us l[i]ke the shadow of an angel’s shining wing.
And our k[i]ndre[d] ties grow stronger,
As our hop[e]s and prayers ar[e] bent,
In the overshadowing sorrow,
Of our departed Pre[s]ident.