LET HIS MONUMENT ARISE

Let his monument arise,

Pointing upward to the skies,

Founded by a nation's heart,

Grandly shaped in every part

By the master-minds of art,

And consecrated by a nation's tears,

To teach throughout the after-time,

To every tribe, in every clime,

That toil for others is sublime.

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