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Show In This Grave Hour. In this grave hour God keep tho president, presi-dent, To him all Llncoln'fl tendernets bo lent. The grave, sweet naturo of the man that saw Most power In peace and lot no claptrap awn Ills hlsh-poised duty from Its 'primal plan Of rule supreme for tho whole good of man. In this gravo hour no blatant tongue to swervo Justice and truth because a mob has hum lis ihoughtlcsn scorn at cool, collected nerve. Nor swing a nation's mastering pendulum Back to tho stroke of needless, awful war, Because mistaken zealots pound the door In this grave hour O country, stand bv him, WhoBo eyes are clear, who vision Is not dim, TVhosc heart Is right, whose mind Ih thinking truth. Who hesitates to hurt our ranks of youth, Our manly, sweet young men, against tho speura That jingo knaves may list to paltry cheers. In this grave hour Lord, give him nil tho light, And U3 the faith that peaco Is more than might. That .mottled nations have high uses still To curb tho hasty, regulate the HI. And without bloodshed from the darkest hour Make manifest high reason's nobler power. Baltimore Sun. |