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James and Mary Ford, eds.  Every Day in the Year.  1902.
September 14
The Comfort of the Trees
By Richard Watson Gilder (1844–1909)
          William McKinley died September 14, 1901.

GENTLE and generous, brave-hearted, kind,
  And full of love and trust was he, our chief;
  He never harmed a soul! Oh, dull and blind
  And cruel, the hand that smote, beyond belief!
Strike him? It could not be! Soon should we find        5
  ’Twas but a torturing dream—our sudden grief!
  Then sobs and wailings down the northern wind
  Like the wild voice of shipwreck from a reef!
By false hope lulled (his courage gave us hope!)
  By day, by night we watched,—until unfurled        10
  At last the word of fate!—Our memories
Cherish one tender thought in their sad scope:
  He, looking from the window on this world,
  Found comfort in the moving green of trees.

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