BENJAMIN HARRISON

As tangible a form in History

The Spirit of this man stands forth as here

He towers in deathless sculpture, high and clear

Against the bright sky of his destiny.

Sprung of our oldest, noblest ancestry,

His pride of birth, as lofty as sincere,

Held kith and kin, as Country, ever dear —

Such was his sacred faith in you and me.

Thus, natively, from youth his work was one

Unselfish service in behalf of all —

Home, friends, and sharers of his toil and stress;

Ay, loving all men and despising none,

And swift to answer every righteous call,

His life was one long deed of worthiness.

The voice of Duty's faintest whisper found

Him as alert as at her battle-cry —

When awful War's battalions thundered by,

High o'er the havoc still he heard the sound

Of mothers’ prayers and pleadings all around;

And ever the despairing sob and sigh

Of stricken wives and orphan children's cry

Made all our Land thrice consecrated ground.

So rang his “Forward!” and so swept his sword —

On!— on!— till from the fire-and-cloud once more

Our proud Flag lifted in the glad sunlight

As though the very Ensign of the Lord

Unfurled in token that the strife was o'er,

And victory — as ever — with the right.