. The poets' Lincoln : tributes in verse to the martyred President. PRESIDENT LINCOLNPhotograph by Gardner, Washington, Takenwhen Lincoln appointed General U. S. Grant Com-mander-in-chief of the Army, in 1804 THE POETS LINCOLN 119 LINCOLN By Harriet Monroe 4ND, lo! leading a blessed host comes oneA% Who held a warring nation in his heart;?** Who knew loves agony, but had no part In loves delight; whose mighty task was doneThrough blood and tears that we might walk in joy,And this days rapture own no sad him heirs of bliss, whose bright brows wearPalm leaves amid their laurels
. The poets' Lincoln : tributes in verse to the martyred President. PRESIDENT LINCOLNPhotograph by Gardner, Washington, Takenwhen Lincoln appointed General U. S. Grant Com-mander-in-chief of the Army, in 1804 THE POETS LINCOLN 119 LINCOLN By Harriet Monroe 4ND, lo! leading a blessed host comes oneA% Who held a warring nation in his heart;?** Who knew loves agony, but had no part In loves delight; whose mighty task was doneThrough blood and tears that we might walk in joy,And this days rapture own no sad him heirs of bliss, whose bright brows wearPalm leaves amid their laurels ever they come, as though the drumBeat out the call their glad hearts knew so well;Brothers once more, dear as of yore,Who in a noble conflict nobly blood washed pure yon banner in the sky,And quenched the brands laid neath these arches high—The brave who, having fought, can never PRESIDENT-ELECT LINCOLN From a photograph taken with his Secretaries, John G. Nicolay and John Hay, Springfield, Illinois, 1861 THE POETS LINCOLN 121 WALT MASON, born at Columbus, Ontario,May 4, 1862. Self educated. Came to theUnited States 1880. Connected with theAtchinson Globe 1885-7, later with Lincoln (Nebraska)State Journal and other papers; editorial paragrapherEvening News, Washington, D. C, 1893; associatedwith William Allen White on Emporia (Kansas) Gazettesince 1907. His rhymes and prose poems are widelycopied in America. THE EYES OF LINCOLN SAD eyes that were patient and tender,Sad eyes that were steadfast and true,And warm with the unchanging splendorOf courage no ills could subdue! Eyes dark with the dread of the morrow,And woe for the day that was gone, The sleepless companions of sorrow, The watchers that witnessed the dawn. Eyes tired from the clamor and goadingAnd dim from the stress of the years, And hallowed by pain and forebodingAnd strained by repression of tears
Size: 979px × 2553px
Photo credit: © The Reading Room / Alamy / Afripics
License: Licensed
Model Released: No
Keywords: ., bookcentury1900, bookdecade1910, bookidpoetslincoln, bookyear1915
