James and Mary Ford, eds. Every Day in the Year. 1902.
September 14Faithful unto Death
By R. H. Titherington
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A martyr for our land he fell—
The land he loved, that loved him well;
Honor his name forevermore!
For glorious shall be his renown;
Though duty’s was his only crown,
Yet duty’s path is glory’s way.
A man of whom none whispered shame,
A man who knew nor guile nor blame;
Good in his every influence.
Long years with sterling service rife
He gave us, and at last his life—
Still unafraid at duty’s call.
The nation’s grief to consecrate
To him struck down by maniac hate
Amid a mighty nation’s love;
Beside the martyr’s grave to-day
We feel ’tis almost hard to say:
“God reigns and the republic lives!”