. The poets' Lincoln : tributes in verse to the martyred President. PRESIDENT LINCOLN Photograph by Alexander Gardner, Washington, D. C, January 24, 1863 THE POETS LINCOLN TO PRESIDENT LINCOLN January 1, 1863 IINCOLN, that with thy steadfast truth the sandOf men and time and circumstance dost sway!The slave-cloud dwindles on this golden day,And over all the pestilent southern land,Breathless, the dark expectant millions stand,To watch the northern sun rise on its way,Cleaving the stormy distance—every raySword-bright, sword-sharp, in Gods invisible hand. Better with this great end, partial def
. The poets' Lincoln : tributes in verse to the martyred President. PRESIDENT LINCOLN Photograph by Alexander Gardner, Washington, D. C, January 24, 1863 THE POETS LINCOLN TO PRESIDENT LINCOLN January 1, 1863 IINCOLN, that with thy steadfast truth the sandOf men and time and circumstance dost sway!The slave-cloud dwindles on this golden day,And over all the pestilent southern land,Breathless, the dark expectant millions stand,To watch the northern sun rise on its way,Cleaving the stormy distance—every raySword-bright, sword-sharp, in Gods invisible hand. Better with this great end, partial defeat,And jibings of the ignorant worldly-wise, Than laud and triumph won with shameful dead Past lies in its dead winding-sheet;The living Present droops with tearful eyes;But far beyond the awaiting Future glows. Edmund Oilier, in London (Eng.) Morning Star,. PRESIDENT LINCOLNPhotograph by Brady, Washington, D. C. 98 THE POETS LINCOLN CHARLES G. FOLTZ was born at West Winfield,Herkimer County, New York, September 9, parents were Benjamin Foltz, a Presbyterianclergyman, and Jane Harwood Foltz. In 1846 thefamily moved to Cuyahoga County, Ohio. In 1849 toWisconsin, first to Rock County, then to WalworthCounty, and in 1854 to Burlington, Racine County,where he has since resided. ON FREEDOMS SUMMIT ON freedoms summit, Oh, how grandStood Lincoln ruler of our land,As he issued the sublime commandLet the enslaved be long he saw the Bondmeu rise;Ere long as Freedmen seize the prize,The precious boon of liberty. A backward glance he castInto the valley of the past, Amid the shade and gloom Discerning slaverys from the depths his upturned eyesBeheld the fleeing clouds the brighter skies. Upon him shone a glory like the sun, Reflecting peace toward all, malice toward none. As thus he filled his high exalted place, The brave
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