Mourn for the man of long-enduring blood,
The patriot, statesman, moderate, resolute,
Whole in himself, a common good.

Mourn for the man of amplest influence,
Yet clearest of ambitious crime,

Our greatest, yet with least pretence,
Rich in saving common sense,

And, as the greatest only are,

In his simplicity sublime.

O voice from which good omens all men drew,

O trusting faith to true occasion true,

O fall'n at length that tower of strength.

His voice is silent in your council hall
Forever; and whatever tempests lower,
Forever silent; even if they broke

In thunder, silent; yet remember all

He spoke among you, and the man who spoke ; Who never sold the truth to serve the hour, Whose life was work, whose language rife With rugged maxims hewn from life;

Who never spoke against a foe.

Soch whe: his work is done;