DEATH OF PRESIDENT LINCOLN.

In the Capitol is mourning,

Mourning and woe this day,

For a nation's heart is throbbing —

A great man has passed away

It was yester'even only

Rejoicing wild and high,

Waving flags and shouting people

Proclaimed a victory

For our God had led our armies,

In the cause of truth and right,

It was, therefore, the brave Southren

Had bowed to Northern might.

Then flashed o'er the land the tidings,

The flush of joy to quell,

Fallen is the people's hero,

As William the Silent fell.

The stealthy step of the panther,

The tiger's cruel eye;

A flash — and the wail of a nation

Rang in that terrified cry.

Shame falls on the daring Southren,

Woe on the Southren land,

The stars and bars are quartered

With the murderer's bloody hand

Well — he stood to his duty firmly,

Rebellion's waves rolled high,

He dared to be true and simple

To battle a gilded lie

And the life has died out of treason,

Died with oppression and wrong,

The shame is wiped from the nation

Worn as a jewel so long

But he, in the hour of triumph

Who wise and firmly stood

Planning for them large mercies,

Lies weltering in his blood.

For a cause so vile meet ending,

To set with a murder stain,

The “sum of human villainy”

Should die with the brand of Cain

Lay him down with a nation's weeping,

Lay him down with the heart's deep prayer

That the mantle of the martyr

Fall on the vacant chair