The Poets' Lincoln: Tributes in Verse to the Martyred President
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The Poets' Lincoln: Tributes in Verse to the Martyred President
Lincoln, Abraham, 1809-1865 -- Poetry
[Illustration: THE LINCOLN BOULDER
At Nyack, N. Y.]
This boulder had been for two hundred and fifty years a landmark near
the Western shore of the Hudson River, opposite Upper Nyack. The
school children of Nyack contributed the funds to remove it from its
ancient bed and place it in front of the Nyack Carnegie Library, where
it now stands and probably will stand for thousands of years to come,
a monument to the memory of Abraham Lincoln.
The boulder contains the Gettysburg address and was dedicated June 13,
1908.
Louis Bradford Couch, born at East Lee, Massachusetts, October 1,
1851. Son of Bradford Milton and Lucy L. Couch. Educated in the public
schools of Northampton, Massachusetts. Began the study of medicine in
1871, graduating with honors from the New York Homeopathic Medical
College, March 4, 1874, being awarded the Allen gold medal for the
best original investigations in medicine; he was graduated from the
New York Ophthalmic Hospital, the same year, as an eye and ear
surgeon. Practiced medicine for thirty-nine years at Nyack, New York.
Served three years as one of the medical experts on the New York State
Board of Health.
THE LINCOLN BOULDER
O Mighty Boulder, wrought by God's own hand,
Throughout all future ages thou shalt stand
A monument of honor to the brave
Who yielded up their lives, their all, to save
Our glorious country, and to make it free
From bondsmen's tears and lash of slavery.
Securely welded to thy rugged breast,
Through all the coming ages there shall rest
Our Lincoln's tribute to a patriot band,
The noblest ever penned by human hand.
The storms of centuries may lash and beat
The granite face and bronze with hail and sleet;
But futile all their fury. In a day
The loyal sun will melt them all away.
Equal in death our gallant heroes sleep
In Southern trench, home grave, or ocean deep;
Equal in glory, fadeless as the light
The stars send down upon them through the night.
O priceless heritage for us to keep
Our heroes' fame immortal while they sleep!
. . . . .
O God still guide us with thy loving hand,
Keep and protect our glorious Fatherland.
[Illustration: BAS-RELIEF HEAD OF LINCOLN
James W. Tuft, Boston]
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