William Jennings Bryan
Where is that boy, that Heaven-born Bryan,
That Homer Bryan, who sang from the West?
Gone to join the shadows with Altgeld* the Eagle,
Where the kings and the slaves and the troubadours rest.†
His was a strange career: in politics a swift climax and a slow diminuendo; in religion a growing autserity; and a sudden termination. His invalid wife sent his chauffeur to call him from his rest and found him resting forever, stricken in an afternoon nap by the bursting of a blood-vessel in his brain as he was preparing...