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Senator Hoar
1906.
You of the spirit fresh with Mayflower dew,
A Pilgrim Father faithful to the end,
Stout-hearted foe and truest-friend,
Who never trimmed your sails to winds that blew
With breath of popular favour, but foreknew
Storm followed sun, and, knowing, did depend
On One behind all storm high aid to lend,
And from Heaven's fount alone your wisdom drew.
A Pilgrim Father faithful to the end,
Stout-hearted foe and truest-friend,
Who never trimmed your sails to winds that blew
With breath of popular favour, but foreknew
Storm followed sun, and, knowing, did depend
On One behind all storm high aid to lend,
And from Heaven's fount alone your wisdom drew.
Farewell! In these illiterate later days
We ill can spare the good grey head that wore
The honours of a nation. Fare you well!
When Love and Justice climb the starry ways,
And Freedom wins the height where angels dwell,
They there shall find your presence gone before.
We ill can spare the good grey head that wore
The honours of a nation. Fare you well!
When Love and Justice climb the starry ways,
And Freedom wins the height where angels dwell,
They there shall find your presence gone before.
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