The olive-branch—clasping of hands again—
A noble lesson read to conquering kings—
A sky that tempests had not scoured in vain.
This from America we hoped and him
Who ruled her "in the spirit of his creed."
Does the hope last when all our eyes are dim,
As History records her darkest deed?
The pilot of his people through the strife,
With his strong purpose turning scorn to praise,
E'en at the close of battle reft of life,