America : our national hymn . to scorn the oppressors rod, To live in grander life — to live for God; To stand for justice, freedom and the right, To dare the conflict, strong in Gods own might; The methods taught by Him, by him were tried, And he, to conscience true, a martyr died. As the great sun pursues his heavenly way,And fills with light and joy the livelong day,Till, the full journey run, in glory dressed,He seeks his crimson couch beneath the west,So, with his labor done, our hero sleeps ;Above his tomb a ransomed Nation weeps,And grateful paeans oer his ashes rise —Dear is his fame —
America : our national hymn . to scorn the oppressors rod, To live in grander life — to live for God; To stand for justice, freedom and the right, To dare the conflict, strong in Gods own might; The methods taught by Him, by him were tried, And he, to conscience true, a martyr died. As the great sun pursues his heavenly way,And fills with light and joy the livelong day,Till, the full journey run, in glory dressed,He seeks his crimson couch beneath the west,So, with his labor done, our hero sleeps ;Above his tomb a ransomed Nation weeps,And grateful paeans oer his ashes rise —Dear is his fame — his glory never dies. ABRAHAM LINCOLN. Bring flowers — fresh flowers; bring plumes with nodding crests To wreathe the tomb where our great hero rests; Bring pipe and tabret, eloquence and song, And sound the loving tribute loud and long: A Nation bows, and mourns his honored name ; A Nation proudly keeps his deathless fame; Let vale, and rock, and hill, and land, and sea, His memory swell — the anthem of the
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