A Prince among the sons of men is dead,
The healer of the breach, a warrior brave
Has passed away to fill a soldier's grave,
While o'er his bier a nation's tears are shed.
But not Americans alone lament
The death of General Grant, twice chosen chief,
For other nations bow their head in grief
And sympathize and mourn this sad event.
This soldier, statesman, traveller, was known
By half the world, and monarchs on the throne
Revered the great Republic's President,
For he was honored everywhere he went.
His noble deeds, historians shall record,
His deathless soul we leave with Christ the Lord.