Now with the dust that bore him he is one, <br />Silent, into into earth's silent maw ye laid him. <br />Dimmed is his light, as with the setting sun, <br />He folds his steps unto the God who made him. <br />When shall the weak stand and rejoice again <br />To see his banner in the battle's light? <br />When shall the humble hear his voice again <br />Raised from the mountain of majestic right? <br />O ye shall see that banner gleam again <br />High o'er the ramparts of a nation's goal; <br />O ye shall hear that voice redeem again <br />The blood-stained conscience of a nation's soul. <br />Rise ye that tremble 'mid such fearful moan, <br />He stands annointed at Jehovah's throne.<br /><br />Joseph Seamon Cotter<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/theodore-roosevelt/
