BY MRS. E. VAN SANTVOORD.
A Nation's mighty heart
Throbs with a voiceless woe;
The skies in pity weep,
The winds are sobbing low.
The gentle stars have veiled their light,
And deep'ning gloom enshrouds the night.
The patriot heart is stilled —
Stilled by a murderer's hand!
Strong men are bowed in grief,
And mourning fills the land.
And countless eyes are dimmed with tears,
Sad hearts oppressed with anxious fears.
A few brief days agone
Bells rang with merry peal;
And brightening omens told
Our country's future weal;
Flags floated on the sun-lit air,
The night was o'er of our despair.
How changed the joyous scene!
Now draped in midnight gloom
The stars and stripes he loved:—
Oh, plant them o'er his tomb;
Thus may the sacred emblem keep
Sweet vigil o'er his peaceful sleep.
That warm and kindly heart,
It knew no bitter thought;
With hopeful faith and love,
Its deeds of mercy wrought;
It ne'er betrayed our fervent trust.
Our Country guards the hallowed dust!
Troy Daily Times.
April 15, 1865.
A Tribute of Respect by the Citizens of Troy to the Memory of Abraham Lincoln. Troy, NY: Young & Benson, 1865. 92-93.