Hymn at the Funeral Services of Charles Sumner

Hymn  (1874) 
by Oliver Wendell Holmes, Sr.

At the funeral services of Charles Sumner, April 29, 1874
Sung by male voices to a national air of Holland

    Once more, ye sacred towers,
    Your solemn dirges sound;
Strew, loving hands, the April flowers,
    Once more to deck his mound.
    A nation mourns its dead,
    Its sorrowing voices one,
As Israel's monarch bowed his head
    And cried, "My son! My son!"

    Why mourn for him? — For him
    The welcome angel came
Ere yet his eye with age was dim
    Or bent his stately frame;
    His weapon still was bright,
    His shield was lifted high
To slay the wrong, to save the right,—
    What happier hour to die?

    Thou orderest all things well;
    Thy servant's work was done;
He lived to hear Oppression's knell,
    The shouts for Freedom won.
    Hark! from the opening skies
    The anthem's echoing swell,—
"O mourning Land, lift up thine eyes!
    God reigneth. All is well!"

This work was published before January 1, 1927, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.