. Lincoln, the patriot : a ready program for Lincoln's birthday. d me. Things look badly, andI cant avoid anxiety. Personally, I care nothingabout a re-election ; but if our divisions defeat us, Ifear for the country. The right will eventually tri-umph, but I may never live to see it. I feel apresentiment that I shall not outlast the it is over, my work will be done.—FrankCarpenter. 20. Recitations for two pupils, His Birthday,Feb. 12th, 1809, and His Death-day, April 15th,1865. a. No minster bells loud paean Proclaimed the moment whenHe came to eartli to be an Uncrowned king of
. Lincoln, the patriot : a ready program for Lincoln's birthday. d me. Things look badly, andI cant avoid anxiety. Personally, I care nothingabout a re-election ; but if our divisions defeat us, Ifear for the country. The right will eventually tri-umph, but I may never live to see it. I feel apresentiment that I shall not outlast the it is over, my work will be done.—FrankCarpenter. 20. Recitations for two pupils, His Birthday,Feb. 12th, 1809, and His Death-day, April 15th,1865. a. No minster bells loud paean Proclaimed the moment whenHe came to eartli to be an Uncrowned king of men ;No purple to enfold him, Our countrys royal guest ;But loving arms to hold him. Silence ! God knoweth best! A The way was long and cheerless, But dawn succeeded night ;That soul, so brave and fearless,Dwells evermore in light ! i6 LINCOLN THE PATRIOT. No shadows dim his glory,Our hearts his praise resound, And history tells his story,—Our nations king is crowned ! —Sophie E. Eastman. 21. Readings, Lincolns Grave. Copyright, 1896, by The Century From Century Book of Famous Americans. By permission of theCentury Company. a. In the Oak Ridge Cemetery, a mile or moreoutside the city of Springfield, Illinois, is the tombof Abraham Lincoln. A marble sarcophagus standsover the grave, with the single word Lincoln en-graved upon a carved wreath. Above this is thesentence, With malice towards none, with char-ity for all. b. Years pass away, but freedom does not pass; Thrones crumble, but mans birthright crumbles not; LINCOLN THE PATRIOT. 17 And, like the wind across the prairie grassA whole worlds aspirations fan this spotWith ceaseless pantings after liberty, One breath of which would make even Russia fair,And blow sweet summer through the exiles care And set the exile free;For which I pray, here, in the open air Of Freedoms morning-tide, by Lincolns grave. —Maurice We rest in peace, where his sad eyes Saw peril, strife, and pain;His was the awful sacrific
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