The loving Christ, whose kingdom, sure,
Is in the bosoms of the poor;—
Who passed from out the stable-door
All souls to serve, on sea or shore,
And rule all worlds forevermore.
“HAIL TO THE CHIEF!”
(William McKinley.)
Niagara-like the welcome which awaits
The Nation’s Chief, approaching now our gates;
From depths sincere the People’s joy shall pour
Like many waters thundering on the shore,