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Show WHERE LINCOLN DIED. Altera Judca's purple-mantled plain. There hovers still, onions the ruins lane. The spirit of the Christ whose dying moan Ya heard In heaven, and pnkl our debt In pain. Within this house-Oils room-a martyr died, A prophet of a larger liberty. A liberator setting bondmen free, A full-orbed MAN, above mere motal pride. Tho cloud-rlfts opening to celestial glades Oft glimpse blni, and his spirit lingers still. As Christ's sweet Influence broods upon the hill Where the red Illy with tho sunset fades. Hubert Mackay, In Success. |