The Death Knell is Tolling

THE DEATH KNELL IS TOLLING QUARTETTE A Requiem to the Memory of our late beloved President. Abraham Lincoln, Written by J.F. Fargo.

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Chicago. Published by Lyon & Healy Cor. Clark & Washington Sts.

Cinn. J. Church Jr. N. York. W.A. Pond & Co. Boston O. Ditson & Co. Boston. J.C. Haynes & Co. Phila. G.W.A. Trumpler.

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THE DEATH KNELL IS TOLLING. Words by Hon: H.H. Cody. Music by J.F. Fargo.

Solemn.

Soprano. 1. The death knell is tolling, the flag is half mast, The land drap'd in mourning, we

Alto. 2. Yes, peacefully sleeps, heeding not the foul hand That is stain'd with the choicest life.

Tenor. 3. O God of our Fathers! we look up to thee; In this honor of sadness, here

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all stand aghast, As the tidings so fearful are borne to our ears; And today we are

blood of the land, Heeding not the wild waves of anguish that roll O'er the hearts of all

bending the knee; We crave thy protection in the midst of the gloom, As we stand the third

bending in sorrow and tears O'er a President's grave, 'round a newly wrought tomb, Made

true men, chilling the soul, His mission accomplish'd, his life work is o'er, The

time, by a President's tomb; Our way lies in darkness, and the old ship of State Droops

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by deeds of such darkness that horror and gloom, Spread a pall o'er the land while a great nation

tumults of earth shall disturb him no more; Great Martyr of Freedom! he has gone to his

colors in mourning o'er her Captain's sad fate; But with Thee at the helm, our flag shall still

weeps, O'er the form of the dead who so peacefully sleeps. Sleep, sleep, sleep, Lincoln sleep, sleep.

God, And we're left to weep, and "Pass under the rod."

wave "O'er the land of the free, and the home of the brave." Sleep, sleep, sleep, Lincoln sleep, sleep.