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Hon. Leland Stanford.

Another time death's angel darkling has ^{been here}
Another form has bowed beneath the sod.
Another soul been summoned to appear
Before the bar of our Almighty God

A purer soul ne'er soared to meet its God
A nobler heart was never chilled by death.
Than when he meekly bowed beneath the sod
And yielded up the last faint fleeting ^breath

Wide in our midst his death has left a ^void.
A bleak unfilled and solitary space,
Of ties dissevered and of hopes destroyed,
say I Can we ever fill that vacant place?