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The Patriot Martyr.
Loved by the soldier witness him
Whose grateful voice was upward sent
From battle-field, with eye grown dim
In death, "God bless the President,"—
Loved most by those who knew him best,
And winning hearts where'er he moved,
His eulogy in loyal breast,
"We feared him not, we only loved."
Whose grateful voice was upward sent
From battle-field, with eye grown dim
In death, "God bless the President,"—
Loved most by those who knew him best,
And winning hearts where'er he moved,
His eulogy in loyal breast,
"We feared him not, we only loved."
With him our cherished visions fell,
We trusted that it had been he
Who should redeem our Israel,
And set us first among the free—
But in His sight who knoweth best,
His life-work has been fully done,
And to the Father's promised rest,
We yield our Nation's noblest one.
We trusted that it had been he
Who should redeem our Israel,
And set us first among the free—
But in His sight who knoweth best,
His life-work has been fully done,
And to the Father's promised rest,
We yield our Nation's noblest one.
Eyes dimmed with tears are raised to Heaven,
Hands wrung in anguish lifted up,
Hearts bleeding, and with terror riven,
Anchor on high their only hope,
That He, by whose permission, comes
Sorrow and joy on either hand,
Will pilot safely through the storm
To peaceful port, our stricken land.
Hands wrung in anguish lifted up,
Hearts bleeding, and with terror riven,
Anchor on high their only hope,
That He, by whose permission, comes
Sorrow and joy on either hand,
Will pilot safely through the storm
To peaceful port, our stricken land.
