. The poets' Lincoln : tributes in verse to the martyred President. ther lands!As in his life, this man, in death, is ours;His own loved prairies oer his gaunt, gnarledhands,Have fitly drawn their sheet of summer flowers! N What need hath he now of a tardy crown, His name from mocking jest and sneer to save When every plowman turns his furrow downAs soft as though it fell upon his grave? He was a man whose like the world againShall never see, to vex with blame or praise; The landmarks that attest his bright, brief reign,Are battles, not the pomps of gala days! The grandest leader of the grande
. The poets' Lincoln : tributes in verse to the martyred President. ther lands!As in his life, this man, in death, is ours;His own loved prairies oer his gaunt, gnarledhands,Have fitly drawn their sheet of summer flowers! N What need hath he now of a tardy crown, His name from mocking jest and sneer to save When every plowman turns his furrow downAs soft as though it fell upon his grave? He was a man whose like the world againShall never see, to vex with blame or praise; The landmarks that attest his bright, brief reign,Are battles, not the pomps of gala days! The grandest leader of the grandest warThat ever time in history gave a place,—? What were the tinsel flattery of a star To such a breast! or what a ribbons grace! Tis to th man, and th mans honest worth,The Nations loyalty in tears upsprings; Through him the soil of labor shines henceforth,High oer the silken broideries of kings. The mechanism of eternal forms— The shifts that courtiers put their bodies through—Were alien ways to him: his brawny arms Had other work than posturing to do!. PRESIDENT LINCOLN Photograph bv Alexander Gardner, Washington, D. C, 1865 ROSE TERRY COOKE was born in West Hartford,Connecticut, February 17, 1827. Graduated atHartford Female Seminary in 1843. She haswritten many short stories and a number of books ofpoems. 132 THE POETS LINCOLN 133 ABRAHAM LINCOLN HUNDREDS there have been, loftier than theirkind,Heroes and victors in the worlds great wars:Hundreds, exalted as the eternal stars,By the great heart, or keen and mighty mind;There have been sufferers, maimed and halt and blind,Who bore their woes in such triumphant calmThat God hath crowned them with the martyrs palm;And there were those who fought through fire to findTheir Masters face, and were by fire who like thee, oh Sire! hath ever stoodSteadfast for truth and right, when lies and wrongRolled their dark waters, turbulent and strong;Who bore reviling, baseness, tears and bloodPoured out like water, till t
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