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