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[87] Now, looking o'er the frozen North,
     For one like him in word and act,
To call her old, free spirit forth,
     And give her faith the life of fact,—

To break her party bonds of shame,
     And labor with the zeal of him
To make the Democratic name
     Of Liberty the synonyme,—

We sweep the land from hill to strand,
     We seek the strong, the wise, the brave,
And, sad of heart, return to stand
     In silence by a new-made grave!

There, where his breezy hills of home
     Look out upon his sail-white seas,
The sounds of winds and waters come,
     And shape themselves to words like these:

“Why, murmuring, mourn that he, whose power
     Was lent to Party over-long,
Heard the still whisper at the hour
     He set his foot on Party wrong?

The human life that closed so well
     No lapse of folly now can stain:
The lips whence Freedom's protest fell
     No meaner thought can now profane.

Mightier than living voice his grave
     That lofty protest utters o'er;
Through roaring wind and smiting wave
     It speaks his hate of wrong once more.

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