For all the while his head was filled With plans for gaining knowledge. A first-class lawyer he became, Yet never went to college. He borrowed books from far and near, From every kindly neighbor, And studied them most faithfully When resting from his labor. _Chorus_: Keep on working, working on, Daily knowledge claiming, And you at last will reach the heights At which you are aiming. THE DAY WE CELEBRATE Clara J. Denton _Tune_: WORK, FOR THE NIGHT IS COMING[O] The day that gave us Lincoln Is one we all love well; The day which now we honor More than we can tell. O little old log cabin, Afar in forest wild, We love your roof that sheltered This most wondrous child. And while we sing his praises We'll try like him to be: All upright, true and noble, From self-seeking free. And we will yet remember, However poor our state, There still is a chance, like Lincoln, To grow good and great. This day we will remember In loyal love and joy; For time or change can never Faith in him destroy. Yes, wreathe this day with flowers Forever in our thought; It gave the world a hero And sweet freedom brought. [O] Music for this may be found in Golden Glees song book, by S. C. Hanson. Price, thirty-five cents, postpaid. LINCOLN SONG _Tune_: TENTING ON THE OLD CAMP GROUND We are thinking today of a loved one lost, Lincoln, the true, the brave; Of the strong one who came, when tempest tossed, Our nation's bark to save. _Chorus_: Many are the hearts that are mourning today, Mourning for the brave laid low; Many are the eyes looking up to say, Oh, why must this be so! Help us to say, humbly we pray, Father, may Thy will be done! We are thinking today how he led us on, Just as the Lord led him, To the glorious victory well-nigh won; And our eyes with tears grow dim. _Chorus_: Many are the hearts, etc. We are weeping today, but the hour will come, Come when we all shall see Why the will of the Lord hath called him Home, No more with us to be. _Chorus_: Many are the hearts, etc. THE NAME WE SING Clara J. Denton _Tune_: AMERICA Of Lincoln now we sing, Loud let the welkin ring, The sound prolong. He broke the bondsman's thrall And freedom brought to all, His mighty blows let fall The shackles strong. This man of pure intent, Whose every thought was bent Sweet peace to bring. O eyes so keen of view, O mighty heart so true, O soul with courage new, Of thee we sing. So long as human speech O'er this broad land shall reach From shore to shore, Here will his noble name Its high place always claim Unequaled in its fame Forever more. HIS NAME Clara J. Denton _Tune_: MARCHING THROUGH GEORGIA