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 Some visions of a troubled day

Gone by we still remember.

And one there is, one image, full of rest,

A memory of manhood singly blest,

The savior of our Nation and her Chief:

Matchless in judgment, love, compassion, power—

The Man meet for the hour.

Assailed by ignorance and half-belief,—

Each searching from too near a view

To read the soul of all our souls most true,—

He went his way, unselfish, minist'ring;

But in the bud and promise-time of Spring

He died—and then we knew.