THE NATION WEEPS
In Memoriam
(Wm. McKinley, Sept. 14, 1901.)
The nation weeps, while through the stricken land
Stalks the grim specter raised by traitor hand;
And on the air there rises dire lament
For vigil, suffering and life now spent.
Lo! through the tumult comes that voice of trust
From soul of mortal triumphing o'er dust: