The National tribune., 1900-08-09

respect to the remains of their beloved
President. Through Baltimore, Harris
burg, Philadelphia, the train passed to
New York City, where magnlhcent
funeral was held; thence along the shore OF
the Hudson River to Albany, thence west
ward through the principal cities OF New
York, Ohio, and northern Indiana, II
wended its solemn way, reaching, on the
1st Of May, the city of Chicago. Here very
extensive preparations for funeral
obsequies had been made by the thousands
who had known him in life, and other thou
sands who had learned TO love him, and
now mourned his death.
AT REST IN OAK RIDGE CEMETERY.
On the Sd of May the funeral train
reached Springfield, where the old friends
and neighbors received reverently back
the dust of the beloved dead. Funeral
services were held. and for "a hours the
catafalgue remained in the Hall OF the
House of Representatives, where thousands
of tear-dimmed eyes gazed for the last
time upon the dear familiar face. Then
on the morning of the 4th of May, sorrow
ing procession escorted the remains on
their last Journey, to the beautiful grounds
Of Oak Ridge Cemetery. And in thai
calm retreat, hallowed by Sabbath still
ness, he rests from the care and turmoil OF
his troubled life, while around him nature
spreads her loveliness and peace. And
DER his grave the little children's hands
shall scatter flowers, and maidens drop
the tear of sweet sincerity, and youth quicken
its aspirations for a noble life And here
shall come the gray-haired soldier OF that
stormy wsr, 10 salute reverently his great
commanders tomb. And here be paid
the loving homage of the dusky race that
he redeemed; no fragrance of Summer
blooms could be sweeter to him than their
prayers, nor the dews of heaven fall gentler
than their tears upon his dust. And pill
grims from every land, who value human
worth and human liberty, shall hither bring
their tribute sof respect. And here, long
as our Government endures, shall throng
his patriot countrymcn, not idly to lament
his loss, but TO resolve that from this hon
ored dead they take increased devotion to |
the cause for which he gave the last full
measure of devotion; that the dead shall
not have died in vain; that the Nation |
shall, under God, have new birth OF
freedom; and that Government of the peo |
pie, by the people, and for the people, shall
not perish from the earth"
ABRAHAM LINCOLN.
This man, whose homely face you look |
upon,
Was one of Natures masterful great
men;
Born with strong arms, that unfought bat |
ties won;
Of tha
pen.
Chosen for large designs, he had the art
Of winning with his humor, and he went
Straight TO his mark, which was the human
heart;
Wise, too, for what he could not break,
he bent.
Upon his back a more than Atlas-load,
The burden of the Commonwealth. was
laid;
He stopped, and rose up to it, though the
road
Shot suddenly downwards, not whit
dismayed.
Hold, warriors, councillors, kings,-all now
give place
To this dear benefactor of the Race
r. II. SToDDARD.
WALT wEITMAN'S POEM ON PRESIDENT
LINCOLN'S DEATH.
o Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is
done;
The ship has weather'd every rack, the
prize we sought is won;
The port is near, the bells hear, the people
all exulting,
While follow eyes the steady keel, the
vessel grim and daring;
But o heart! heart, heart!
o the bleeding drops OF red,
Where on the deck my Captain lies
Fallen cold and dead.
o Captain. my Captain. rise up and hear
the bells;
Rise up-for you the flag is fiung-for YOU
the bugIc triIls:
For you bouquets and ribbond wreaths-
for you the shores crowding:
For you they call, the swaying mass, their
eager faces turning;
Here Captain dear fatheri
This arm beneath your head;
1t is some dream that on tle deck
You've fallen cold and dead.
My CAPTAIN does not answer, his lips are
pale and still;
My father does not feel my arm, he has no
PtAlSt ilyI NHls
The ship is anchor'd safe and sound, its
voyage closed and done:
From fearful trip the victor ship comes in
with object won;
EXult, o shores, and ring, O beIlsl
But |, with mournfuI tread.
Walk the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.
REV. DIR. GURLEY'S SERMON AT THE
FUNERAL IN WASHINGTON.
The people confded in our lamented
President with "A firm and loving con
fidence, which no other man enjoyed Since
the days Of Washington. He deserved il
well, and deserved il all. He mcrited it b.
his character and by his acts, and by the
whole tenor and tone and spirit of his life.
He was wise. simple and sincere, plain and
honest, truthful and just, benevolent and
kind. His perceptions were quick and
clear, his Judgment was calm and accurate,
and his purposes Were good and clear
beyond question; always and everywhere
he aimed and cndeavorcd to be right and 10
do right He gave his personal considera-
ton TO all matters, whether great or small
How firmly and well he occupied his posi-
ton, and met all its grave demands in
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