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86 Again it booms! O Mystic Veil, upraise!
 * —Behold, 'tis lifted? On the darkness drawn,

A picture lined with light! The people's gaze,
 * From sea to sea, beholds it till the dawn!

A death-bed scene—a sinking sufferer lies.
 * Their chosen ruler, crowned with love and pride;

Around, his counsellors, with streaming eyes;
 * His wife, heart-broken, kneeling by his side:

Death's shadow holds her—it will pass too soon;
 * She weeps in silence—bitterest of tears;

He wanders softly—Nature's kindest boon;
 * And as he murmurs, all the country hears:

For him the pain is past, the struggle ends;
 * His cares and honors fade—his younger life

In peaceful Mentor comes, with dear old friends;
 * His mother's arms take home his dear young wife.

He stands among the students, tall and strong.
 * And teaches truths republican and grand;

He moves—ah, pitiful—he sweeps along
 * O'er fields of carnage leading his command!