. The poets' Lincoln : tributes in verse to the martyred President. arth are mute! The hand of Anak, sinewed strong,The fingers that on greatness clutch, Yet lo! the marks their lines alongOf one who strove and suffered much. For here in mottled cord and veinI trace the varying chart of years, I know the troubled heart, the strain,The weight of Atlas—and the tears. Again I see the patient brow That palm erewhile was wont to press; And now tis furrowed deep, and now Made smooth with hope and tenderness. For something of a formless graceThis molded outline plays about; A pitying flame, beyond ou
. The poets' Lincoln : tributes in verse to the martyred President. arth are mute! The hand of Anak, sinewed strong,The fingers that on greatness clutch, Yet lo! the marks their lines alongOf one who strove and suffered much. For here in mottled cord and veinI trace the varying chart of years, I know the troubled heart, the strain,The weight of Atlas—and the tears. Again I see the patient brow That palm erewhile was wont to press; And now tis furrowed deep, and now Made smooth with hope and tenderness. For something of a formless graceThis molded outline plays about; A pitying flame, beyond our trace,Breathes like a spirit, in and out— The love that casts an aureoleRound one who, longer to endure, Called mirth to cease his ceaseless dole,Yet kept his nobler purpose sure. Lo, as I gaze, the statured man, Built up from yon large hand, appears; A type that nature wills to planBut once in all a peoples years. What better than this voiceless cast To tell of such a one as he,Since through its living semblance passed The thought that bade a race be free?. HON. ABRAHAM LINCOLN, REPUBLICAN CANDIDATE FOR THE PRESIDENCY, 1860 Painted by Hicks; lithograph by L. Grozelier; published by W. Schaus, New York, 1860; printed by J. H. Bufford, Boston
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