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Mourn for the man of long-enduring blood,
Mourn for the man of amplest influence,
Our greatest, yet with least pretence,
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
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;
ho never spoke against a foe.
Sech whe: his work is done;