Deep is our sorrow, deep our disgrace, Draw near our hearts in our day of affliction; The feeling that by too indulgent toleration of the infamous doctrines whose disciple slew the good President the nation has fallen into disgrace and incurred a stain upon its honor which must be effaced, expressed in the foregoing, has struck other writers even more forcibly: The sense of personal loss which millions felt in William McKinley's death is well expressed in the following lines, whose author omitted to give either name or address: The nations pause in startled grief At the awful word The nations that his wise, just voice But we his people but behold Our chief laid low We can but sob from stricken hearts, The stalwart craftsman at his toil The clamors falter in the mart, The plowman cries across his fields And children whisper tearfully, "We loved him so!" The starry flag, the flag he spread Droops low upon its staff to seek Those patient hands; Great God! Thou who alone our hearts Canst wholly know, To him give thy Eternal Peace We loved him so! The belief that McKinley, the man, even more than McKinley, the statesman, deserves to be mourned, the lesson his life should teach, and the example his career has left to posterity are touched upon in the following poems: WE MOURN THE MAN. Nobility at last must reach the plain Chicago. Nobility of soul means more than birth. We mourn the man, forgetting his estate, Is not mere honor paid a martyr'd chief. It is the sign of sympathy and love Wrought in our hearts by him who reigns above. Eternal God, Preserver of mankind, Hear Thou this nation's prayer. Though we be blind Who suffer here, Thou answerest those who call. FAREWELL. We mourn for the lov'd and the lost, but our mourning We weep for the brave and the true, but our weeping We pray, not for him, but for those left behind him; We pray for these, Lord, and ourselves and the nation; Des Moines, Iowa. Charles Gould Beede. |