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To live without reproach, to die
Without a fear in these words lie
His highest aims, for none too high.
No triumph his beyond the reach
Of patient courage, kindly speech ;
And yet so brave the soul outbreathed,
The great example he bequeathed,
Were all to follow, we should see
A universal chivalry.

His trust, the People! They respond
From Maine to Florida, beyond
The sea-walled continent s broad scope,
Honor his pledge, confirm his hope.
Hark ! over seas the echo hence,
The nations do him reverence.
An Empress lays her votive wreath
W here peoples weep with bated breath.
The world-clock strikes a fateful hour,
Bright with fair portents, big with power,
The first since history s course has run,
When tings and peoples cause is one;
Those mourn a brother these a son!
O how he loved them ! That gray morn,
When his wound-wasted form was borne
North, from the White House to the sea,
Lifting his tired lids thankfully,
" How good," he murmured in his pain,
"To see the people once again! "