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The warm pulse of the nation has grown chill; / The muffled heart of Freedom, like a knell, / Throbs solemnly for one whose earthly will / Wrought every mission well.
Whose glowing reason towered above the sea / Of dark disaster like a beacon light, / And led the Ship of State, unscathed and free, / Out of the gulfs of night.