Complete works of Abraham Lincoln . defeat and ennobled him in the hour of triumph. I shall not say he had his faults, for is there The Greatness of Lincoln xv any hope that man will pass through this valeof tears without them? Is there any danger thathis fellowmen will fail to detect and proclaimthem? He was not small in anything. He wascarved in deep lines, like all heroic figures, fordangerous altitudes and great purposes. Andas we move away from him, and years andevents pass between us, his form will still be vis-ible and distinct, for such characters built uponcourage and faith, and that


Complete works of Abraham Lincoln . defeat and ennobled him in the hour of triumph. I shall not say he had his faults, for is there The Greatness of Lincoln xv any hope that man will pass through this valeof tears without them? Is there any danger thathis fellowmen will fail to detect and proclaimthem? He was not small in anything. He wascarved in deep lines, like all heroic figures, fordangerous altitudes and great purposes. Andas we move away from him, and years andevents pass between us, his form will still be vis-ible and distinct, for such characters built uponcourage and faith, and that afifection which isthe seed of both, are not the plaything, but themasters of time. How long the names of men will last no hu-man foresight can discover, but I believe thateven against the havoc and confusion in whichso many names go down, the fame of Lincolnwill stand as immovable and as long as the pyra-mids against the rustle of the Egyptian winds. Abraham Lincoln Intaglio Engraving from the Original Photographby Brady, in Lincoln/ By Paul Laurence Dunbar Hurt was the Nation with a mighty wound, And all her ways were filled with clamrous sound. Wailed loud the South with unremitting grief, And wept the North that could not find relief. Then madness joined its harshest tone to strife: A minor note swelled in the song of life Till, stirring with the love that filled his breast, But still, unflinching at the Rights behest Grave Lincoln came, strong-handed, from afar,— The mighty Homer of the lyre of war! Twas he who bade the raging tempest cease. Wrenched from his strings the harmony of peace. Muted the strings that made the discord,— Wrong, And gave his spirit up In thundrous song. Oh, mighty Master of the mighty lyrel Earth heard and trembled at thy strains of fire: Earth learned of thee what Heavn already knew, And wrote thee down among her treasured few I *From The Memory of Lincoln, copyrighted, 1899, bySmall, Maynard and Co. xvu Illustrations Abraham Lincoln Fr


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