Show THE OF BY CLARENCE the subject of this poem Is a flagter cast 0 abraham lincoln hand it la now in the national museum at washington atlas according to the old mythology was a man on whose shoulders the whole weight ol 01 the earth rested ac cording to the bible anak wag the an aestor of a race ot giants OOK on this cast and know the hand that bore a nation in its hold from this mute witness understand what lincoln was how large of mould the man who sped the woodman s team and deepest sunk the ploughman share and pushed the laden raft of fate before him unaware this was the hand that knew to swing ala the axe since thus would freedom train i her son and made the forest ring and drove the wedge and tolled firm hand that loftier office took A conscious leader S will obeyed and when men sought his word and look with steadfast might the gathering swayed 0 o courtier s toying with a sword tm minstrel s laid across a lute A chief uplifted to the lord when all the kings of earth were 1 n iari the hand of anak strong the fingers that on greatness clutch ali yet lo 10 the marks their lines along of one who strove and suffered much ul for here in knotted cord and vein I 1 trace the varying chart of years I 1 know the troubled heart the strain the weight of atlas and the tears again I 1 see the patient brow that palm was wont to press and now tia furrowed deep and now blade smooth with hope and tenderness for something of a formless grace this outline plays about M A pitying flame beyond our trace breathes like a spirit in and out the love that cast an aureole f round one who longer to endure I 1 called mirth to ease bis ceaseless dola yet kept his nobler purpose lo 10 as I 1 gaze the man built up from yon large hand appears A type that nature wills to plan but once in all a people s years what better than this voiceless cast to tell of such a one as he since through its living semblance passed the thought that bade a race be tree |