Shall all his sterling worth appear,
In grandeur fitting and sublime.
Though stilled the aims of lofty end,
Though leaders in the field lie low,
Heaven's purposes shall onward tend,
As ocean wavelets shoreward flow.
Wail not! he walketh in the light;
His work, imbued with high intent,
Doth magnify a country's might,
And build his fairest monument.