Classic Poem

Our grand old state is left in shame
Since the death of William Goebel.
We hope you will not scorn his name,
His works were great and noble.

He labored hard through this campaign
With cautious steps he traveled;
We think he touched the secret springs,
Great questions he unraveled.

This famous man with brain and skill
So cruelly he was treated;
Taylor saw his plans had failed
And he was soon defeated.

They then determined to take his life,
'Twas carried out to a letter;
The sneaking, bloody work was done
But it left the case no better.

He did not lack for medical aid,
He had a skilled physician.
Earnestly he prayed to live
So great was his ambition.

He loved his country very much,
He never shrank from duty;
To banish wrong, and right produce
In our grand old state of beauty.

The dying man made this request,
Seriously he was thinking;
He bade his friends to all keep cool
Though in death he fast was sinking.

His silvery voice is hushed in death,
As the shades of evening gather,
He owned submission to God's will
And his spirit soared up to the Father.

His breath came short and very quick,
Loved ones around him hover;
And await the fast approaching train
That bore his absent brother.

But alas! his coming was too late.
This life he had departed;
Three sad ones knelt at his bedside
Bereaved and broken-hearted.

Poor Goebel he was cruelly shot
While going on his mission;
His brother left and sister too
To mourn the sad condition.

We think it is a burning shame
For it was done for wages.
And will not be erased by time
From off our history's pages.

Rise up, you honest-hearted men!
The present is exciting.
Honesty is sure to win,
The law will do your fighting.

Taylor's strong and daring guard
With loaded guns are waiting
To cover up this bloody crime;
His friends they are debating.

Our final court will be on high,
To try such cruel cases.
Our Judge and jury will be there
With true and honest faces.