. Complete works of Abraham Lincoln . t to this child ofthe people who was lifted so high, that Re-publican Institutions became manifest in that through him Emancipation wasproclaimed. Rejoice that under him govern-ment of the people, by the people and for thepeople, has obtained a final verdict which can lxiv Abraham Lincoln never be set aside or questioned. Above all, secto it that his constant vows are performed, andthat the promises of the Fathers are maintained,so that no person in the upright form of mancan be shut out from their protection. Do this,and the Unity of the Repub
. Complete works of Abraham Lincoln . t to this child ofthe people who was lifted so high, that Re-publican Institutions became manifest in that through him Emancipation wasproclaimed. Rejoice that under him govern-ment of the people, by the people and for thepeople, has obtained a final verdict which can lxiv Abraham Lincoln never be set aside or questioned. Above all, secto it that his constant vows are performed, andthat the promises of the Fathers are maintained,so that no person in the upright form of mancan be shut out from their protection. Do this,and the Unity of the Republic will be fixed ona foundation that cannot fail. The corner-stoneof National Independence is already in its place,and on it is inscribed the name of George Wash-ington. There is another stone which musthave its place at the corner also. This is thegreat Declaration itself, once a promise only, atlast a reality. On this adamantine stone we willgratefully inscribe the name of AbrahamLincoln. Phillips BrooksReproduced from O Captain! My Captain By Walt Whitman O Captain ! my Captain ! our fearful trip is done,The ship has weatherd every rack, the prize we sought is won,The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim anddaring ; But O heart! heart ! heart !O the bleeding drops of red, Where on the deck my Captain lies,Fallen cold and dead. O Captain ! my Captain ! rise up and hear the bells ;Rise up — for you the flag is flung — for you the bugle trills,For you bouquets and ribbond wreaths — for you the shores a-crowding,For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager facesturning ; Here Captain ! dear father !This arm beneath your head ! It is some dream that on the fallen cold and dead. O Captain! My Captain My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still,My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will,The ship is anchord safe and sound, its voyage closed and done,From
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