. The poets' Lincoln : tributes in verse to the martyred President. hose words that will endure and he in them,WThile May wears flowers upon her broidered hem,And all that marble snows and drifts to dust:Fondly do we hope, fervently we pray THE POETS LINCOLN 105 That this mighty scourge of war may speedily pass away:With charity for all, with malice toward none, With firmness in the right As God shall give us light,Let us finish the work already begun,Care for the battle sons, the Nations wounds to bind,Care for the helpless ones that they will leave behind,Cherish it we will, achieve it if we
. The poets' Lincoln : tributes in verse to the martyred President. hose words that will endure and he in them,WThile May wears flowers upon her broidered hem,And all that marble snows and drifts to dust:Fondly do we hope, fervently we pray THE POETS LINCOLN 105 That this mighty scourge of war may speedily pass away:With charity for all, with malice toward none, With firmness in the right As God shall give us light,Let us finish the work already begun,Care for the battle sons, the Nations wounds to bind,Care for the helpless ones that they will leave behind,Cherish it we will, achieve it if we can,A just and lasting peace, forever unto man!Amid old Europes rude and thundering years, When people strove as battle-clouds are driven,One calm white angel of a day appears In every year a gift direct from Heaven,Wherein, from setting sun to setting sunNo thought of deed of bitterness was of the Truce of God! Be this day ours, Until perpetual peace flows like a riverAnd hopes as fragrant as these tribute flowers Fill all the land forever and forever!. PRESIDENT LINCOLNPhotograph by Brady, Washington, D. C. THE POETS LINCOLN 107 HERMANN HAGEDORN, born in New York,July 18, 1882. Instructor in English at Harvardin 1909-1911. Wrote several one-act plays whichwere produced by the Harvard Dramatic Club, and byclubs of other colleges. Author of The Silver Blade (aplay in verse), The Woman of Corinth, A Troop ofthe Guard and other poems. CH, PATIENT EYES! OH, patient eyes! oh, bleeding, mangled heart!Oh, hero, whose wide soul, defying chains,Swept at each armys head,Swept to the charge and bled,Gathering in one too sorrow-laden heartAll woes, all pains; The anguish of the trusted hope that wanes,The soldiers wound, the lonely mourners knew the noisy horror of the fight,From dawn to dusk and through the hideous nightHe heard the hiss of bullets, the shrill scream Of the wide-arching shell,Scattering at Gettysburg or by Potomacs stream,Like summer flowers, the patte
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