s grave!
Let the faithful bondmen's tears,
Let the traitor's craven fears,
And the people's grief and pride,
Plead against the parricide!
Let us throng to pledge and pray
O'er the patriot martyr's clay;
Then, with solemn faith in right,
That made him victor in the fight,
Cling to the path he fearless trod,
Still radiant with the smile of God.

Shroud the banner! rear the cross!
Consecrate a nation's loss;
Gaze on that majestic sleep;
Stand beside the bier to weep;
Lay the gentle son of toil
Proudly in his native soil;
Crowned with honor, to his rest
Bear the prophet of the West.

Lucy Larcom was born in Beverly, Mass., in 1826. At the age of seven
years she wrote stories and poems. She spent three years in school,
then worked in the cotton mills. Some of her writings attracted the
attention of Whittier, from whom she received encouragement. At the
age of twenty she went to Illinois and there taught school for some
time, and for three years studied in Monticello Female Seminary. She
returned to Massachusetts and during the war wrote many patriotic
poems.

TOLLING

Tolling, tolling, tolling!
All the bells of the land!
Lo, the patriot martyr
Taketh his journey grand!
Travels into the ages,
Bearing a hope how dear!
Into life's unknown vistas,
Liberty's great pioneer.

Tolling, tolling, tolling!
See, they come as a cloud,
Hearts of a mighty people,
Bearing his pall and shroud;
Lifting up, like a banner,
Signals of loss and woe;
Wonder of breathless nations,
Moveth the solemn show.

Tolling, tolling, tolling!
Was it, O man beloved,
Was it thy funeral only
Over the land that moved?

[Illustration: ROTUNDA, CITY HALL, NEW YORK, N. Y.]

The remains of President