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For The Services In Memory Of Abraham Lincoln

By Oliver Wendell Holmes

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CITY OF BOSTON, JUNE 1, 1865 CHORAL: "LUTHER'S JUDGMENT HYMN."     O thou of soul and sense and breath     The ever-present Giver,     Unto thy mighty Angel, Death,     All flesh thou dost deliver;     What most we cherish we resign,     For life and death alike are thine,     Who reignest Lord forever!     Our hearts lie buried in the dust     With him so true and tender,     The patriot's stay, the people's trust,     The shield of the offender;     Yet every murmuring voice is still,     As, bowing to thy sovereign will,     Our best-loved we surrender.     Dear Lord, with pitying eye behold     This martyr generation,     Which thou, through trials manifold,     Art showing thy salvation     Oh let the blood by murder spilt     Wash out thy stricken children's guilt     And sanctify our nation!     Be thou thy orphaned Israel's friend,     Forsake thy people never,     In One our broken Many blend,     That none again may sever!     Hear us, O Father, while we raise     With trembling lips our song of praise,     And bless thy name forever!

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Oliver Wendell Holmes

About Oliver Wendell Holmes

Oliver Wendell Holmes Sr. (1809–1894) was an American poet, physician, and essayist. His poems "Old Ironsides" and "The Chambered Nautilus" are American classics. He was part of the Fireside Poets group.

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