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The Martyr of Liberty. In Memory of President Lincoln.

He's gone from the strife to the home of the weary; They've borne him away to his own western bowers, Where the bird and the bee and the rose of the prairie May remember his grave in the bright summer hours; He had lived for a world, and a race bowed in sorrow; And a wail for the dead filled the halls of the free, But the voice of a world gathered might on the morrow, And arose like the sound of the sea.

Chorus: Columbia, come forth from the dark vale of Edom, All red with the gore of the brave, Columbia, come forth with thy deep song of Freedom, Unmar'd by the moan of a slave.

He sleeps in the vale of his dear native river; His deep voice is hushed on its beautiful shore; But the bloom of his glory will dwell there forever, When kings and their crowns are remembered no more; In the ages to come will his memory linger, And the light of his councils grow brighter with time; And his fame be rekindled by mercy's white finger, When the world is unstained by a crime.