At Sagamore the Chief lies low—
Above the hill in circled row
The whirring airplanes dip and fly,
A guard of honor from the sky;—
Eagles to guard the Eagle.—Woe
Is on the world. The people go
With listless footstep, blind and slow;—
For one is dead—who shall not die—
At Sagamore.
Oh! Land he loved, at last you know
The son who served you well below,
The prophet voice, the visioned eye.
Hold him in ardent memory,
For one is gone—who shall not go—
From Sagamore!
Transcriber’s Note
Punctuation, hyphenation, and spelling were made consistent when a predominant preference was found in this book; otherwise they were not changed.
Simple typographical errors were corrected; occasional unbalanced quotation marks retained. Apparent mis-spellings in letters written by young children have not been changed; some are noted below.
Ambiguous hyphens at the ends of lines were retained.
Page [11]: The first “a” in “Yes, Sarah” was printed in italics.
Page [39]: “your own expresion” was printed with one “s”; “they trie” was printed that way.
Page [67]: “did not suceede” was printed that way.
Page [74]: “The fisrt” was printed that way.