This bronze our Lincoln's noble head doth bear, Behold the strength and splendor of that face, So homely-beautiful, with just a trace Of humor lightening its look of care, With bronze indeed his memory doth share, This martyr who found freedom for a Race; Both shall endure beyond the time and place That knew them first, and brighter grow with wear. Happy must be the genius here that wrought These features of the great American Whose fame lends so much glory to our past-- Happy to know the inspiration caught From this most human and heroic man Lives here to honor him while Art shall last. [Illustration: MARBLE HEAD OF LINCOLN In Statuary Hall, Capitol in Washington, Gutzon Borglum, sculptor] Ella Wheeler [Wilcox] was born in Johnstown Centre, Wisconsin, in 1845. Was educated at the public schools at Windsor and at the University of Wisconsin. In 1884 she married Robert M. Wilcox. Contributed articles for newspapers at an early age and also wrote and published a number of books of poems. THE GLORY THAT SLUMBERED IN THE GRANITE ROCK A granite rock on the mountain side Gazed on the world and was satisfied; It watched the centuries come and go-- It welcomed the sunlight, and loved the snow, It grieved when the forest was forced to fall, But smiled when the steeples rose, white and tall, In the valley below it, and thrilled to hear The voice of the great town roaring near. When the mountain stream from its idle play Was caught by the mill-wheel, and borne away And trained to labor, the gray rock mused: "Tree and verdure and stream are used By man, the master, but I remain Friend of the Mountain, and Star, and Plain; Unchanged forever, by God's decree, While passing centuries bow to me!" Then, all unwarned, with a heavy shock Down from the mountain was wrenched the rock. Bruised and battered and broken in heart, He was carried away to a common mart. Wrecked and ruined in peace and pride, "Oh, God is cruel!" the granite cried; "Comrade of Mountain, of Star the friend-- By all deserted--how sad my end!" A dreaming sculptor, in passing by, Gazed on the granite with thoughtful eye; Then, stirred with a purpose supreme and grand, He bade his dream in the rock expand-- And lo! from the broken and shapeless mass, That grieved and doubted, it came to pass That a glorious statue, of infinite worth-- A statue of LINCOLN--adorned the earth.