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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=472442" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Hymn At The Funeral Services Of Charles Sumner</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">APRIL 29, 1874</div><div style="margin:10px 0">SUNG BY MALE VOICES TO A NATIONAL AIR OF HOLLAND</div><div style="margin:10px 0">ONCE more, ye sacred towers,<br>Your solemn dirges sound;<br>Strew, loving hands, the April flowers,<br>Once more to deck his mound.<br>A nation mourns its dead,<br>Its sorrowing voices one,<br>As Israel's monarch bowed his head<br>And cried, 'My son! My son!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Why mourn for him?--For him<br>The welcome angel came<br>Ere yet his eye with age was dim<br>Or bent his stately frame;<br>His weapon still was bright,<br>His shield was lifted high<br>To slay the wrong, to save the right,--<br>What happier hour to die?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thou orderest all things well;<br>Thy servant's work was done;<br>He lived to hear Oppression's knell,<br>The shouts for Freedom won.<br>Hark!! from the opening skies<br>The anthem's echoing swell,--<br>'O mourning Land, lift up thine eyes!<br>God reigneth. All is well!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Oliver+Wendell+Holmes">Oliver Wendell Holmes</a><div class=q>
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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,
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