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Show LINCOLN Willlnm Cullon Dry-ant's Otic For the Martyred President's Obsequies Obse-quies Rend In New York, April 25, 18G5. Oh, hIow to smite nnd swift to spare, Gentle and merciful and just, Who, in the fear of God, didst bear The sword of power, n nation's trust. In sorrow by thy bier we stand, Amid the nwe that hushes nil, And speak the anguish of a land That shook with horror at thy fall. Thy task is done; the bond are free. We bear thee to an honored grave, Whoso proudest monument shall be The broken fetters of a slave. Pure was thy life; its bloody close Hath placed thee with the sons of light, Among the noble host of those Who perished in the cause of Right. |