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In Memory of Leland Stanford

When June was wearing her garlands
of flowers
To cover with beauty the earth
In the stillness of mid-night most
mystic of hours
A sadness came over her mirth
For lo! When the mellow moon softly
did cast,
Her light, o'er that fair western shore,
An honored one into Eternity passed;
The angels then welcomed, one more.

One more! And a nation in sad-
ness doth weep.
At the death of a true, loyal son.
And treasured, a record she ever
will keep.
Of the noble deeds that he hath done.