The Poets' Tributes to Garfield: A Collection of Many Memorial Poems, with Portrait and BiographyMoses King |
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angels ANNA FORD ASSASSINATION Bear him back bells gently bier bitter bled to-night blow Boston Transcript bowed brave breast breath Chickamauga chief crown dark DAVID SWING dead DEAD PRESIDENT death deep dust earth Elberon eyes faith fame fate fell fifty million hearts FRANCIS LATHROP Garfield gloom God's gone grand grave grief hand hath hear heaven hero HJALMAR HJORTH BOYESEN honor hope hushed immortal iron tongues JAMES ABRAM GARFIELD JOAQUIN MILLER knell land life's light live MARTIN FARQUHAR TUPPER martyr midnight midnight bell mother nation mourns ne'er never night noble pain patriot peace people's pray prayer President reigns rest Sept shore silence sleep solemn sorrow soul Springfield Republican stand stars stricken strife sweet tears tender thee thine thou throne to-day Toll the bells tomb true UPPER NORWOOD voice weary weep wife window looking o'er
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Page 100 - Peace! Let the long procession come, For hark, the mournful, muffled drum, The trumpet's wail afar, And see, the awful car! Peace! Let the sad procession go. While cannon boom and bells toll slow. And go, thou sacred car, Bearing our woe afar ! Go, darkly borne, from State to State, Whose loyal, sorrowing cities wait To honor all they can The dust of that good man. Go, grandly borne, with such a train As greatest kings might die to gain. The just, the wise, the brave, Attend thee to the grave. And...
Page 115 - I will shake the heavens, and the earth shall remove out of her place, in the wrath of the LORD of hosts, and in the day of his fierce anger.
Page 100 - Let the sad procession go. While cannon boom and bells toll slow. And go, thou sacred car, Bearing our woe afar ! Go, darkly borne, from State to State, Whose loyal, sorrowing cities wait To honor all they can The dust of that good man. Go, grandly borne, with such a train As greatest kings might die to gain. The just, the wise, the brave, Attend thee to the grave. And you, the soldiers of our wars, Bronzed veterans, grim with noble scars. Salute him once again. Your late commander — slain...
Page 11 - In the universe of God there are no accidents. From the fall of a sparrow to the fall of an empire or the sweep of a planet, all is according to divine Providence, whose laws are everlasting.
Page 4 - Fellow-citizens : Clouds and darkness are round about Him. His pavilion is dark waters and thick clouds of the skies ! Justice and judgment are the habitation of His throne ! Mercy and truth shall go before His face ! Fellow-citizens : God reigns, and the Government at Washington still lives ! " The speaker was GENERAL GARFIELD.
Page 32 - Twas this that thrilled with loving pain The heart of all the earth, as he Died by the sobbing main. For, mightiest ruler of the earth, He was the mightiest, not because Of priestly touch, or blood, or birth, But by a people's laws. O Garfield ! brave and patient soul ! Long as the tireless tides shall roll About the Long Branch beaches, where Thy life went out upon the air, So long thy land, from sea to sea, Will hold thy manhood's legacy. There were two parties : there were those, In thine own...
Page 5 - The effect was tremendous. The crowd stood riveted to the ground in awe, gazing at the motionless orator, and thinking of God and the security of the Government in that hour. As the boiling wave subsides and settles to the sea when some strong wind beats it down, so the tumult of the people sank and became still. All took it as a divine omen. It was a triumph of eloquence, inspired by the moment, such as falls to 'but one man's'lot, and that but once in a century.
Page 9 - Ho, reapers of life's harvest. Why stand with rusted blade Until the night draws round thee And day begins to fade ? Why stand ye idle, waiting For reapers more to come ? The golden morn is passing, Why sit ye idle, dumb...
Page 9 - Mount up the heights of wisdom, And crush each error low. Keep back no words of knowledge That human hearts should know. Be faithful to thy mission In the service of thy Lord, And then a golden chaplet Shall be thy just reward.