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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Ye sons of Germany, your noble Emperor William now is dead. Who oft great armies to battle hath led; He was a man beloved by his subjects all, Because he never tried them to enthral. The people of Germany have cause now to mourn, The loss of their hero, who to them will ne'er return; But his soul I hope to Heaven has fled away, To the realms of endless bliss for ever and aye. He was much respected throughout Europe by the high and the low, And all over Germany people's hearts are full of woe; For in the battlefield he was a hero bold, Nevertheless, a lover of peace, to his credit be it told. 'Twas in the year of 1888, and on March the 16th day, That the peaceful William's remains were conveyed away To the royal mausoleum of Charlottenburg, their last resting-place, The God-fearing man that never did his country disgrace. The funeral service was conducted in the cathedral by the court chaplain, Dr. Kogel, Which touched the hearts of his hearers, as from his lips it fell, And in conclusion he recited the Lord's Prayer In the presence of kings, princes, dukes, and counts assembled there. And at the end of the service the infantry outside fired volley after volley, While the people inside the cathedral felt melancholy, As the sound of the musketry smote upon the ear, In honour of the illustrous William, whom they loved most dear. Then there was a solemn pause as the kings and princes took their places, Whilst the hot tears are trickling down their faces, And the mourners from shedding tears couldn't refrain; And in respect of the good man, above the gateway glared a bituminous flame. Then the coffin was placed on the funeral car, By the kings and princes that came from afar; And the Crown Prince William heads the procession alone, While behind him are the four heirs-apparent to the throne. Then followed the three Kings of Saxony, and the King of the Belgians also, Together with the Prince of Wales, with their hearts full of woe, Besides the Prince of Naples and Prince Rudolph of Austria were there, Also the Czarevitch, and other princes in their order I do declare. And as the procession passes the palace the blinds are drawn completely, And every house is half hidden with the sable drapery; And along the line of march expansive arches were erected, While the spectators standing by seemed very dejected. And through the Central Avenue, to make the decorations complete, There were pedestals erected, rising fourteen to fifteen feet, And at the foot and top of each pedestal were hung decorations of green bay, Also beautiful wreaths and evergreen festoons all in grand array. And there were torches fastened on pieces of wood stuck in the ground; And as the people gazed on the weird-like scene, their silence was profound; And the shopkeepers closed their shops, and hotel-keepers closed in the doorways, And with torchlight and gaslight, Berlin for once was all ablaze. The authorities of Berlin in honour of the Emperor considered it no sin, To decorate with crape the beautiful city of Berlin; Therefore Berlin I declare was a city of crape, Because few buildings crape decoration did escape. First in the procession was the Emperor's bodyguard, And his great love for them nothing could it retard; Then followed a squadron of the hussars with their band, Playing "Jesus, Thou my Comfort," most solemn and grand. And to see the procession passing the sightseers tried their best, Especially when the cavalry hove in sight, riding four abreast; Men and officers with their swords drawn, a magnificent sight to see In the dim sun's rays, their burnished swords glinting dimly. Then followed the footguards with slow and solemn tread, Playing the "Dead March in Saul," most appropriate for the dead; And behind them followed the artillery, with four guns abreast, Also the ministers and court officials dressed in their best. The whole distance to the grave was covered over with laurel and bay, So that the body should be borne along smoothly all the way; And the thousands of banners in the procession were beautiful to view, Because they were composed of cream-coloured silk and light blue. There were thousands of thousands of men and women gathered there, And standing ankle deep in snow, and seemingly didn't care So as they got a glimpse of the funeral car, Especially the poor souls that came from afar. And when the funeral car appeared there was a general hush, And the spectators in their anxiety to see began to crush; And when they saw the funeral car by the Emperor's charger led, Every hat and cap was lifted reverently from off each head. And as the procession moved on to the royal mausoleum, The spectators remained bareheaded and seemingly quite dumb; And as the coffin was borne into its last resting-place, Sorrow seemed depicted in each one's face. And after the burial service the mourners took a last farewell Of the noble-hearted William they loved so well; Then rich and poor dispersed quietly that were assembled there, While two batteries of field-guns fired a salute which did rend the air In honour of the immortal hero they loved so dear, The founder of the Fatherland Germany, that he did revere.
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