. The poets' Lincoln : tributes in verse to the martyred President. l Memories and Other Poems,and a volume of Buffalo verse collected by him under thetitle of Poets and Poetry of Buffalo. He assisted incollections of Buffalo local literature, also devotedmuch time to the production of publications of a phil-anthropic nature. REQUIEM BEAR him to his Western home,Whence he came four years ago;Not beneath some Eastern dome,But where Freedoms airs may come,Where the prairie grasses grow,To the friends who loved him so, Take him to his quiet rest; Toll the bell and fire the gun;He who served his C
. The poets' Lincoln : tributes in verse to the martyred President. l Memories and Other Poems,and a volume of Buffalo verse collected by him under thetitle of Poets and Poetry of Buffalo. He assisted incollections of Buffalo local literature, also devotedmuch time to the production of publications of a phil-anthropic nature. REQUIEM BEAR him to his Western home,Whence he came four years ago;Not beneath some Eastern dome,But where Freedoms airs may come,Where the prairie grasses grow,To the friends who loved him so, Take him to his quiet rest; Toll the bell and fire the gun;He who served his Country best,He whom millions loved and blessd, Now has fame immortal won; Rack of brain and heart is done. Shed thy tears, O April rain, Oer the tomb wherein he sleeps! Wash away the bloody stain! Drape the skies in grief, O rain!Lo! a nation with thee weeps, Grieving oer her martyred slain. To the people whence he came, Bear him gently back again,Greater his than victors fame:His is now a sainted name; Never ruler had such gain— Never people had such pain. *13. PRESIDENT LINCOLNPhotograph taken in 1863 by Brady OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES, born in Cam-bridge, Mass., August 29, 1809. To him belongsthe credit of saving the frigate Constitution fromdestruction, by a poem—Aye, Tear the Battered EnsignDown. He died August 7, 1894. 170 THE POETS LINCOLN 171 SERVICES IN MEMORY OF ABRAHAMLINCOLN (City of Boston, June 1, 1865) OTHOU of soul and sense and breath,The ever-present Giver,Unto Thy mighty angel, death,All flesh Thou didst deliver;What most we cherish, we resign,For life and death alike are Thine,Who reignest Lord forever! Our hearts lie buried in the dust With him, so true and tender,The patriots stay, the peoples trust, The shield of the offender;Yet every murmuring voice is still,As, bowing to Thy sovereign will, Our best loved we surrender. Dear Lord, with pitying eye behold This martyr generation,Which Thou, through trials manifold, Art showing Thy salvation!O let the bloo
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