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
Charles Graham Halpin (Miles O'Reilly) was born near Oldcastle, County
of Meath, Ireland, November 20, 1829. Graduated from Trinity College,
Dublin, in 1846. He entered the field of journalism as a profession
and soon gained a reputation in England. Came to New York in 1852 and
secured employment with the _Herald_, was later connected with other
papers. Enlisted in April, 1861, and became lieutenant of Colonel
Corcoran's 69th Regiment, rising to the rank of brigadier-general. He
died in New York City, August 3, 1868.
LINCOLN
He filled the Nation's eyes and heart,
An honored, loved, familiar name;
So much a brother that his fame
Seemed of our lives a common part.
His towering figure, sharp and spare,
Was with such nervous tension strung,
As if on each strained sinew swung
The burden of a people's care.
His changing face, what pen can draw--
Pathetic, kindly, droll or stern;
And with a glance so quick to learn
The inmost truth of all he saw.
Pride found no place to spawn
Her fancies in his busy mind.
His worth, like health or air, could find
No just appraisal till withdrawn.
He was his country's--not his own;
He had no wish but for the weak,
Nor for himself could think or feel,
But as a laborer for her throne.
Her flag upon the heights of power--
Stainless and unassayed to place,
To this one end his earnest face
Was bent through every burdened hour.
. . . . .
But done the battle--won the strife;
When torches light his vaulted tomb,
Broad gems flash out and crowns illume
The clay-cold brow undecked in life.
. . . . .
O, loved and lost! Thy patient toil
Had robed our cause in victory's light;
Our country stood redeemed and bright,
With not a slave on all her soil.
'Mid peals of bells and cannon's bark,
And shouting streets with flags abloom,
Sped the shrill arrow of thy doom,
And, in an instant, all was dark!
. . . . .
A martyr to the cause of man,
His blood is Freedom's Eucharist,
And in the world's great hero list
His name shall lead the van.
Yes! ranked on Faith's white wings unfurled
In Heaven's pure light, of him we say,
"He fell on the self-same day
A Greater died to save the world."
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