Show I I I I 8 J t x nd o b kI I N w j f i d Y r 1 a A RY RYS RY'S w I S LS c Jk u 3 J V. V 3 oh ego egoS S 4 r a i i I i th i 1 r g ft b a 2 4 u s or Gf a PARES PARl C rA 4 B By ELMO S SCOTT OTT W WATSON t tT T IS doubtful If an any y other Am American not not even eve excepting George ever Washington i ever eve jl has been or ever will till be made the he theme of song and story store as as as- Ihus ius been jan and seem f oV o H lW fo 0 cS Q to to- tobe be haIR ip- ip IQ s n j used It it does mean a fl etiA w Nf Viii se Se H. H IQ l t. t story oJ niPa n rep r p aay pf es Sr hull T clus' clus H tere ered- tl the name i of of Lincoln and andi an tp which surprising as the the I fact fact Is new ones ones- r onesi r J r 11 I conston constantly I IY b being n. n added d all these hese years since once he IP fist t it filk d the neat Var fb fh Instead the songs arc are the outpourings outpouring g s of tribute trib- trib trio trio- rib ute t to Lincoln by y some of A Americas America's s kno best t n n II poets poets- who bo h bee i. ph Ire e by y he greatness feat of t t 1 ii 1 theme d tt r antes Ec s become a aT oar art of t. t of our national literary tradition As for or the men story story men may repeat repent anecdotes of Lincoln Lin coIn coln and then In a little while forget them But the s story ory Is is- is s' s told by enduring bronze or stone is one which cannot be forgotten b bof So each of th the great number of statues which have be been n erected to Linc Linton ln In many many parts parts of or the country bas its story to tell tell tell-of of the Rail Hall Splitter Sputter tl tile the e Emancipator the Man Dian Ian of Sorrows and of f the great statesman who ho bel belongs to the ages So long as men will speak of Lincoln so long longwIll longwill longwill will they be impressed by the marvel manel of ot his his- career accentuated accentuated- as it is by the contrast between be be- tween his beginning in life and the place he now holds In world history As for that beginning picture the scene on FEBRUARY TWELFTH 1809 A squalid village set In wintry mud A hub-deep hub ox cart slowly groans and squeaks i iA A horseman halls halts and halts He shifts shUts his cud And speaks speaks- Well did you hear bear Tom Tort Lincoln's wife today The devils devil's luck for folks as poor as they Poor Tom loom Poor Nance Poor young one born without a chance L God forsaken den A UA baby In that That worse than cattle pen Still what are they but cattle Cattle Tut t A critter is beef hide and tallow tollow but Who'd swap one for the creatures of that hut hutT White trash small fry Whose only Instinct is to multiply A- A at that Th good Bood another brat t And so today God wot Not A puking squalling red faced good good for for I Spilled en c the heaven only onty knows for what h t. t Better if he were black shirt upon his back For then hed he'd have a I And something in his belly as he gro grows grows- war war- More Mere than hes he's es e's like to have as I suppose Yet there be those I Who claim equality for this new brat damned Democrat And that Washington once onto sat at today where Who squats cub might b beOf be beOf f H Hed He'd d have it that this Lincoln e and me Of Ot even value in the world with you a I Who but he heT Yes Jefferson Tom Je Jefferson rr erson Jet JetA tree free Who hints that black men me s' s even maybe fool would tell t you I That te headed ther-headed baby th this s neW baby II lie In President m might I g ht c A born without a a. rag To In this hide bide new himself squawker Good 00 God 3 t It mattes makes me gag This gar beggar spawn to wipe Its feet upon apes Born for tor a world hence lien but noW A few tew years t sow litter of a More helpless than tie hIe folks to Nance And oh w well Send t the e w men s Edmund r little tittle devil deH Vance born Cooke w without I h In n ut the e a Chicago chance Even 1 Post later and humble l the Humble the Is an in Illinois where w lere there I years memorial to him In lo LINCOLN CIRCUIT UIT THE In S where wh rc t his Is ashes lie ja hIgh I. I granite column rises column rises wends wend N A A. year t thero on year year To ends ds 4 A carn caravan van that never r t to pay c come rims ginger enger Of pilgrims clef clay to his sacred ea cred Thal r state estate t the l tr true c methinks An fet et simple te great I humble s m r Ot 01 Lincoln street village g to IJ better hetter sensed he loved in ove to and greet teat Where once all In heartiness ness hl his fellows loWS tavern h hatt all fn In cour courthouse h se n Un lingers era where hIs spirit f No c cHe r 1 wrought g He wro and He iii lived cold and dim tit tt el grandeur heart ot of him hold th the human county seats towns t the h e streets Tile The little Idling and a With dream dreaming I ng squares es pioneers Iner Plain lain l' l homes a of ot owed pia f through t the tho years d Unsung yet ye t hall times they saw V in distant dl 5 tant rt I L w v 1 Ft v v y P y r 9 p f v a. a ti m t s SUa vm m m al I l A A a f. f rl C A N Mr f r t 9 s sy li td y eats y P 3 is y w s. s A Nac t t tI I w. w v r Vv l Him come ome and go to practice law Tell ren hD homely elY tales crack homely jokes jokes A And d neighbor with tho common folks folks- The little towns towns the the country roads The woods the prairies the fhe abodes abode Of Ot humble men where malice falls i And charity for all for all an avails avails- 1 Jt These are ara are the thc shrines that still sUIl enfold The he heart rt of Ll Lincoln as of old old L x t J Whose living legend thus We Ve loved him he was one one ne of us E. 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O Laughlin in the Ladles Home Journal And And it It was these people who gave him to the nation for tor its leader lender In the greatest struggle it bad had ever known and those four years of anguish made mad Abraham Lincoln A MAN OF SORROWS They thought him but a clown a tactless boor Who filled fined his days and nights with quips an and Jests His hours were heedless as his purse was poor Without ambition blind to worthy quests Ho dragged along his days a human clod j Who scorned religion mocked and flouted God jEg t f flig 1 How far they erred A man of sorrows he r f- f w Who Vho bore within his heart a fatal wound Bereft of those he loved the sympathy He craved and hungered hunger d for could not be found foun The men with whom he walked from day to day Knew not he trod a dark and lonely way A man mui of sorrows born to pain and grief Yet would he not inflict his woes on men In Jests and Jokes he sought to find relief relict Thus gaining strength he walked erect again Such was was tho the man they called a wag and clown The byword byword and and the glory of glory of his town Thomas Curtis Clark It was In the midst of that struggle that the nat nation on realized the greatness of or the man when they listened to the words which came from the Ups lips of LINCO LINCOLN N AT GETTYSBURG From the Gettysburg Ode Odo After Arter the eyes that looked the lips that Here from the shadows of impending death Those words of sol solemn mn breath What voice may fitly break f. f Tho silence doubly hallowed left by him T v vWe We can We-can can but bow the head with eyes grown grown dim And as a a. a nations nation's litany repeat The phrase his martyrdom hath mado complete Noble as s then then but but now more sadly sweet Let Iet et us IUS us the ther living rather dedicate Ourselves to the unfinished work which they Thus far advanced so nobly on Its Us way And save save- the periled state Let us upon this field where they the brav brave Their last full tull measure of devotion gave J had not died in vain 1 resolve they III Highly g hl Y That under God the nations nation's later birth Of Of freedom and th the peoples people's gain shall never wane sovereignty nty Of their own i. i r rAnd And perish from the circle of the earth f f- f From such a Il perfect text shall shan song aspire I ITo To light her faded fire And Into wandering music turn Its virtue simple sorrowful and stern atom Ills His voice all elegies antl anticipated p sled For the strain ono refrain retrain that ono one w We w-o hear the consecrated edt ourselves to them c We v We consecrate Ta Bayard Taylor 1 But before his great Vl work rk could be finished an n assassins assassin's bullet hullet plunged l v a n whole nation Into mourning for forO O 0 CAPTAIN MY CAPTAIN 1 Captain our fearful trip Is done one I my Captain O 0 The The ship has weathered every rack the prize we sought BouCh t is won The port is near the bells bens I 1 hear the people are exulting While f follow eyes oyes the steady keel keet the vessel grim grimand grimand grimand r and daring But O. O heart heart heart t red O 0 the bleeding drops ot Where on tho the deck my Captain lies Fallen cold and dead U k- O 0 up and up-and an hear hear- the bells Rise u up- up for up-for tor you the flag Is fiu flung for flung g for you the bugle trills f w For you bouquets and wr for you the shores crowding a-crowding y For or you they call cal the swaying ma ss tl f faces turning j- j Here Captain dear father This arm beneath your hea head l It is some dream that on the deck Youve You've fallen cot cold and nd d dead My Captain does not answer his lips are pale an and still My father does not feel my arm he has nor pulse nor nor will The ship Is anchored safe an and sound Its Ita voyage m closed and done From fearful trip the victor ship comes comes' In with object won Exult 0 O shores and ring 0 O bells But I with mournful tread Walk the deck dock my Captain lies ties Fallen cold and dead Walt Walt Whitman And although history records that Abraham Lincoln died on April 15 1865 he lives in the hearts of his countrymen as THE FIRST AMERICAN Such was he our Martyr-Chief Martyr Whom late the Nation he had led With ashes on her head Wept with the passion of an angry grief F Forgive me If It from present things I turn To speak what In my heart will beat and burn And hang my wreath on his world honored honored urn Nature they say doth dote And cannot make malte a man Save on some worn-out worn plan I IFor Repeating us by r rote te For him her ber Old World molds aside she threw And choosing sweet clay from the breast breast- 0 Of ot the unexhausted West Vest With stuff untainted shaped a hero new Wise st steadfast In hi the strength of God and true be beautiful to see Once more a shepherd of mankind Indeed Who loved his charge harge but never loved to lead One whose meek flock the people Joyed to be Not lured by any cheat of birth But by his grained clear human worth orth And brave old wisdom of sincerity They knew that outward grace Is dust They could not choose but trust trustIn In that sure sure footed rooted minds mind's unfaltering skill And tempered supple d' d will That bent like perfect ste steel l to spring again an and thrust His was was no lonely mountain peak mountain peak of mind Thrusting to too thin air oer o'er our cloudy bars A sea mark now now lust lost In vapors blind Broad prairie rather genial lined level-lined Fruitful and friendly for tor all human kind Yet Yot also atso nigh to lo hen heaven ven and loved of loftiest stare stan Nothing of Europe here Or then of E Europe rope fronting stilt still Ere any names of ol Serf Sert and Peer Could Natures Nature's equal scheme deface Here was a type of ot the tho true elder eider race And one ne of Plutarch's men talked with us face to face lace I praise him not it were too late And some e weakness there must be In him who condescends to victory Such as os the Present gives and cannot wait walt Safe In himself as In a n fate tate So always alwo's firmly he lie I S. S f He Ho knew to bide his time And can cun his fame abide Still patent patient in his simple faith sublime Till the wise years decide Great captains with their guns and drums Disturb our Judgment d ment for tor the hour But nut at last Jast silence comes These all are pone gone one and standing like n a tower Our children shall behold his fame tame The kindly kindly earnest brave foreseeing man Sagacious patient dreading praise not blame soil the first Amer American caD New Ne rth of our new J James e. e Russell us Lowell we |