Steadfastly from his childhood's earliest hour -- From simplest country life to state and power -- His worth has known advancement, -- each new height A newer glory in his fellow's sight.
So yet his happy fate -- though mute the breath Of thronging multitudes and thundrous cheers, -- Faith sees him raised still higher, through our tears, By this divine promotion of his death.
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