Not many months ago we greeted him,

Crowned with the icy honors of the North.

Across the land his hard-won fame went forth,

And Maine’s deep woods were shaken limb by limb;

His own mild Keystone State, sedate and prim,

Burst from decorous quiet as he came;

Hot Southern lips, with eloquence aflame,

Sounded his triumph; Texas, wild and grim,

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Proffered its horny hand; the large-lunged West,

From out his giant breast,

Yelled its frank welcome; and from main to main,

Jubilant to the sky,

Thundered the mighty cry,

Honor to Kane!

Honor to Kane

He needs no tears, who lived a noble life!

We will not weep for him who died so well,

But we will gather round the hearth and tell

The story of his strife.

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