He lies in state

'Neath nature's peerless catafalque of snow,

The friend beloved, the good, the grand, the great,

He lies in state.

In silent state;

Well may the tide of feeling fuller flow,

While men upon his noble worth dilate,

He lies in state.

In silent state,

Our faithful Governor, the fearless foe

Of ev'ry wrong. By memory's pearly gate

He lies in state.

The regal state,

That only kingly souls can come to know,

Which truth and character alone create:

He lies in state.