Show I Tributes to Lincoln 1 By Edwin Edwn Markham w Sprung from the West ct The strength of Ot virgin vir forests ta graced d his mn mind The hush of spacious prairies stilled his hi soul Up from log cabin to the Capitol One fire fre was vas wa on his spirit one resolve resolve- To send the keen a ax to t the heart hert of ol wrong Clearing a n free way for the thc f feet t of Go God j jAnd And nd ever er more mor he lie burned to t do his deed de With th the fine stroke and gesture o ot of a a king He built th tho rail pile Tie lie built the brIt pie mi-pie as e buit state state Pouring his liis splendid strength though eter blow The conscience o of l him im t testing every ery stroke To make hi his deed decd the measure of a man man By y William C Cullen e Bryant Brant iHan u v slow to smite saute ste and ana swit to spare Gentle Gente and merciful and just 1 Who in the fear o ol of God bear The Tho sword of power a aIn nation 5 I In sorrow sorow by thy bier we stand Amid the awe that hushes all al And speak tho anguish of a land That shook sook with wih horror at th thy fall fal J x Thy task is done the done the bonds are free fee We Ve bear thee to an honored gr grave ve Whose noblest noblet monument shall be beThe beThe The broken fetters fette of a slave sla I Pure was Avas wa thy life its is bloody close cose Hath placed thee with the sons son of light Among t the he noble hosts of those Who Vho perished in the cause of right right By Henry Hen Stoddard This man whoso whose homely face fac you jou look upon Was one of natures nature's masterful great geat men inca me Born with wib strong arms ars that battles batles won Direct Diet of speech and cunning cunin with wih t the he pen Chosen for large designs lie he had ad the art Part Of or winning with his humor and lIe he went Straight to his mark mk which was the human heart henr Wise Wie too to for what he II could not break brak he lie lJ l bent ent Upon his back bk a more than Atlas tas load The burden of the Commonwealth was wa laid He lie stooped and anti rose up to it i though th the road rond Shot Shot su suddenly donly downwards not a whit hit disma dismayed Cd i Hold warriors councillors kin kings s All ll now give place To fo this dear benefactor of or the race se By J John on Drinkwater And then from fifty years ears earsIn In quiet Illinois was sent sentA nt A word that still sti the tho Atlantic hears I And Lincoln was the Lord of this event e I A heart to possess Itself among amon the glooms of fate In vision and in loneliness i |