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
Safe from the storm; the harbor-lights of Peace
Before his eyes; the burden of dark fears
Cast from him like a cloak; and in his ears
The heart-beat music of a great release;
Captain and pilot, back upon the seas,
Whose wrath he'd weathered, back he looks with tears,
Seeing no shadow of the Death that nears,
Stealthy and sure, with sudden agonies.
So let him stand, brother to every man,
Ready for toil or battle; he who held
A Nation's destinies within his hand;
Type of our greatness; first American,
By whom the hearts of all men are compelled,
And with whose name Freedom unites our land.
He needs no praise of us, who wrought so well,
Who has the Master's praise; who at his post
Stood to the last. Yet, now, from coast to coast,
Let memory of him peal like some great bell,
Of him as woodsman, workman, let it tell!
Of him as lawyer, statesman, without boast!
And for what qualities we love him most,
And recollections that no time can quell.
He needs no praise of us, yet let us praise,
Albeit his simple soul we may offend,
That liked not praise, being most diffident;
Still let us praise him, praise him in such ways
As his were, and in words that shall transcend
Marble, and outlast any monument.
[Illustration: LINCOLN AS CANDIDATE FOR PRESIDENT
Photograph by Hesler, Chicago, Illinois, 1860]
Isaac Bassett Choate, born at South Otis Field, Maine, July 12, 1833.
Bachelor of Arts, Bowdoin College, 1862. Author of _Wild Birds and
Flowers_, 1895; _Wells of English_, 1892; _Obeyed the Camel Driver_,
1899; _Apollo's Guest_, 1907.
By special invitation from the faculty of the Alumni Association of
said College he read the following poem at their annual banquet held
on the centenary of Lincoln's birth, 1909:
THE MATCHLESS LINCOLN
From out the ranks of common men he rose--
Himself of common elements, yet fine--
As in a wood of different species grows
Above all other trees the lordly pine,
Upon whose branches rest the winter snows,
Upon whose head warm beams of summer shine;
His was the heart to feel the people's woes
And his the hand to hold the builder's line;
Strong, patient, wise and great,
Born ruler of the State.
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