Through seas of blood—through stormy deeps of woe—
He brought our land safe through its bleeding woe;
Yet on his honored tomb,
Emblems of peace, fair, fadeless lilies grow.
For if the sword
Owed to his hand its prestige and renown—
Smote all his foes and won his high renown—
His voice was but the word
Through which his people’s voice and will were shown.
His country’s cry