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After the waiting and the anguished weeping / He lies at rest at last. / How should we mourn him tranced in peaceful sleeping, / His pain all past!
The Right's Excalibur his strong arm wielded / A little space lies low; / The victor in life's sometime strife has yielded / To man's last Foe.
Late--all too late--our loyal tribute giving / A loyal, fearless soul! / He whom we honored late--so late--while living, / Lies dead beside the goal.
Yet this the solace of these long sad hours / While we who loved him weep, / We breathe an answering message in our flowers / To him who lies asleep.
To him whom soon the deep, cold earth must cover, / To him whose dying breath / Left to our hearts a message bridging over / The dark abyss of Death.