The sword of power, a Nation’s trust
“In sorrow by thy bier we stand,
Amid the awe that hushes all;
And speak the anguish of a land
That shook with horror at thy fall.
“Thy task is done: the bond are free,
We bear thee to an honored grave,
Whose proudest monument shall be
The broken fetters of the slave.
“Pure was thy life: its bloody close