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Leland Stanford.

The great true heart has ceased to beat.
The ever kindly voice is still.
The hand that strove for betterment of ill,
Has made its earthly work complete.

He saw with vision wondrous clear,
The things that we but dimly see.
He saw the "good that is to be";
And fain would help to make it near.

He cast a stone into the sea,
And widening circles evermore,
Shall sweep to wash the outmost shore
Of far off human destiny.

June '93.