We Mourn for Our Chief

“For the Stars on our Banner grown suddenly dim, / Let us weep in our sorrow, but weep not for him, / Not for him who departing leaves millions in tears, / Not for him who has died full of honor and years, / Not for him who ascended fame’s ladder so high, / From the round at the top, he has stepped to the sky. / It is blessed to go, when so ready to die.”