The Butte inter mountain. [volume] (Butte, Mont.) 1901-1912, 1901-09-16
~ COLUMBIA'S GRIEF.
Written Miss Smith, Most Popular School Teach
the Mounta

o land stricken! whose fbrcad expanse
The cloud of anguish like pail is spread!
From out whose bounds, with undertone of wrath.
Comes great sob of sorrow for
There is north, SOUTH no east, vest
nation with bowed head laments the
Who feel asleep by Erie's wavekissed shore.
Restless Atlantic sounds her noe of wrath,
Pacific answers with Notwithstanding moan
The Mexico gulf calls to the Inland Seas
Their requrems blend ascending to Gods throne.
The 'Old Thirteen" stand side by side today
Peace in the hearts once torn by mates unrest;
Columba's youngest daughter sheds her tears
Ger him lately honored her
The southland zephyr sways, with dainty touch,
The sombre emblems OF our nations grief
West-born Chinook, fierce. unrestrained. filings
The flag at half-mast, for our slumbring chief
incarnate who with fell intent
Struck down Americas most honored son!
% we s ou t aen the weapon rnaged WITH
We cannot say, as did the victim grand
Poor man, I fear he knew not what he did,"
We human; in hearts today
guest fierce vengeance, turks, though all unbid.
Thy heart was flint else had some pity woke
At thought of her-that woman frai yet brave,
Whose fa h YEARS OF er on him
From pulpit where world renowned divine
mining camp upon Rockies slope
From Cuba. basking meath the tropc sky;
From mart of trade. from prairie home so fair.
From all conditions and from every cline;
Comes, sadly borne the DEATH weighed air, =
The stern denunciation of thy crime.
O beauteous city by Potomac's :side
Who loved so we'll yon strangely silent one!
'Twere meet that he return more to thee.
Wherein victories he
A few months since it seems but yesterday.
He Traced
The crowds that overflled thy tforoughfares
Flung the breeze loud cheers linked with his
Another pageant, but SO strangely sad.
When through thy thoroughfares chief wends!
o pteous ending of life sublime!
O sad farewell to beauty, fame and friends!
O. monster! who behind thy prfsoh bars
Doth glory in the has wrought!
punishment justice niete will count naught.
When weighed against this crims to thee
When the Grained lightning sends thee to thy doom
1t cannot still the sad laments hear;
1t cannot give again the love.
Nor comfort he1-the woman revere.
Q wife! deprived him-thy JOY thy stay!
For thee tears shed, prayers ascend
Thy best hath from earth, but know full WE'LL
The nation reunited is thy friend.
When DER the vibrant wires the n.essagn sped,
Grim horror overwhelmed like
1t passed ere long and then with accord.
Our hearts, thoughts instructive turned to thee.
All through that week of mingled hope and fear
We prayed that God would nations chief,
And when at last knew that death
We craved presenc in thy grief
o brave, true heart, that for
Can bear so Well the crushing weight of woe!
O. wondrous woman, who with Christ to lead,
VIII walk, unquestionng. where He bids thee go!
Will mind, cen now, the wish EXPRESSED by thee
To have thy husband to myself once more
o sad. sad thought! On earth this he,
Q glad reunion the other shore!
O peaceful sleeper, loved so WE'LL
The Christian man who died SO like god
We heard sound regret
From out the dark, cold valley that he trod.
We heard instead the dying lips repeat
The words so dear to many suffering soul!
The words we've heard above casket sung,
Pointing the mourner the Christians goal.
TITS hard for us to say, His viii be done,'
When Judas-like. the traitor strikes our brave.
Fen yet hearts there a weight
For him who died beside Atlantic's
And he-that other-our first 1nartyred chief
The strangely humorous, mela nchoIy man.
There those who grieve him
When they the smoldering fires memory fan.
o God of nations. in this born woe,
We praise Thee for Thy love, Thy blessings free;
And may this Christening nation lead.
Like him who died. Nearer, God, to Thee"