Oliver Wendell Holmes - Hymn At The Funeral Services Of Charles Sumner

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APRIL 29, 1874 SUNG BY MALE VOICES TO A NATIONAL AIR OF HOLLAND ONCE more, ye sacred towers, Your solemn dirges sound; Strew, loving hands, the April flowers, Once more to deck his mound. A nation mourns its dead, Its sorrowing voices one, As Israel's monarch bowed his head And cried, 'My son! My son!' Why mourn for him? For him The welcome angel came Ere yet his eye with age was dim Or bent his stately frame; His weapon still was bright, His shield was lifted high To slay the wrong, to save the right, What happier hour to die? Thou orderest all things well; Thy servant's work was done; He lived to hear Oppression's knell, The shouts for Freedom won. Hark!! from the opening skies The anthem's echoing swell, 'O mourning Land, lift up thine eyes! God reigneth. All is well!' Oliver Wendell Holmes poemhunter.com/poem/hymn-at-the-funeral-services-of-charles-sumner/