We stand amazed At the pyramid of work, Of toilsome labors, he has raised up! Labors Associated with your rise, progression, And preservation! The pages of his life are illuminated with The records of his toil! These facts Should pass into your lives, elevating and ennobling Your efforts! Raising you upward to The true dignity of daily labor! Ye diggers of the soil, Remember that he was a digger amongst The roots of wisdom! Remember that _he_ was pre-eminently A laborer, Whose deeds have passed securely Into the history Of the world! His Work is done! The temple is built all but the crest, And to tender and loyal hands he has left The finishing thereof! He has fulfilled the mission to which God called him! He, With the bright band of thinkers And laborers, Has brought you out of bondage, of Egyptian Darkness To the glorious noon day of freedom, The promised land Is yours by divine and human right! From his immense altitude, with the eyes Of prophesy, He could see you possessed of Its every corner! His Wreath is woven! Not upon the garniture of costly Sepulchre, But upon the loving and sorrowing hearts Of four millions of freed people! Not upon The marble statue, But upon the appreciative consciousness Of the world at large! His wreath is woven! Every leaf bedewed with tears! Every flower wreathed in with lamentations! Tied with the heart-strings of a nation's love! But, "we mourn not as one without hope!" For "I am the resurrection and life "Saith the Lord! He who believeth in me, though he were dead Yet shall he live."