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Rh To live without reproach, to die Without a fear in these words lie His highest aims, for none too high. No triumph his beyond the reach Of patient courage, kindly speech ; And yet so brave the soul outbreathed, The great example he bequeathed, Were all to follow, we should see A universal chivalry. His trust, the People! They respond From Maine to Florida, beyond The sea-walled continent s broad scope, Honor his pledge, confirm his hope. Hark ! over seas the echo hence, The nations do him reverence. An Empress lays her votive wreath W here peoples weep with bated breath. The world-clock strikes a fateful hour, Bright with fair portents, big with power, The first since history s course has run, When tings and peoples cause is one; Those mourn a brother these a son! O how he loved them ! That gray morn, When his wound-wasted form was borne North, from the White House to the sea, Lifting his tired lids thankfully, &quot; How good,&quot; he murmured in his pain, &quot;To see the people once again! &quot;