Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1865-05-24
THE EVENING STAR.
PuNCH,s TRIBUTE To LIsCOLN.


rs.I onson Ppach represents pretty well
ne average English .entipen. as in ,hs
satioI Q, self abuse and sell aDnok aaon IA tAe
poem which we Print E Ee'ow con science lust
n nYessnf In Punch the following verses are
Accompapied by q cartoon depicIng Brttanias
m tearr, placing a wreath upon President
Y~v ,ay " reath on m murdered Lincoln's bier,
Teu, who q ith hooking pencil won. 70 trace,
pyoad for the self omplacstt British smear,
His length Of sbamb.in limb, his iurrowed
face.
MA raunt, gnarled hands, his unkempt brist-
HI. earb uncouth, his beasing III AZ ease,
His hack OF all We prize as deoonat. ,..,s.
OF power or will to shine OF a'' " p'o"''
Isv. whose smart pen backed up the pen'ifS
Judging each step, as though the way were
p..sipss so :, could point It's paragraph,
Cf ALTERS perplexi,y, or peoples pain
p..ass this corpse, that bears tor winding
IN. stars and stripes he lived to rear anew,
BETWEEN the monrn,rs at his head and feet,
say, fcurru jester, is there room Tor you?
Iss, be had IL, ed TO shame me from my sheer,
To tame my pencil, and confnte my pen
TO make u Q own hits hind of princes peer,
This Tail-spiitier true.6orn king of men.
nv shallow Judgment had learn. to rue,
konrg how to OCCASIONS height be rose,
more true,
How, iron like, his temper grew by blows;
How humble, yet how hopeful, he could be-
How IN good fortune and in I'LL the same;
rer bitter IN snccess, nor boastiui be.
THIRSTY Tor COLO, nor ieyerisR for fame.
Ever ban laid Cd head and heart and hand
A. ODE who knows. where there's task IA do,
Mans honest will must Heavens good grace
command;
Who trusts the strength will with the burdei
Tbs, Ged makes instruments to work His
Will.
Il Int that will we can arrive to know,
Nor tamper with the weights Of good and i'll
30 he went forth to battle, on the side,
That be felt clear " as Lioerty's and Rights,
A. In his peasant boy hood he had piled
His warfare with rude Natures tn varting
The unclsared forest, the unbrohen soil,
The iron bark that turns the Ium oerer'S axe
The rapid, that o'erbears the Ooatman's toll;
The prairie, hiding the n.axed wanderers
tracks;
Tps xmbushed indian, and the prow,ng bear
Such were the needs that helped his youth
To train;
Rcngh cuitufe-but such trees large fruit may
bear,
II sut their stocks be ofrigh. gir,h and grain.
Sc he grew up, destined work to do,
And lived 10 dc it; tour long suffering years.
HI fate, Ill feeling, iIl-report. lived through,
And then he heard the Kisses changed 70
cheers,
The tannts to tribute, the abuse to praise,
And took both with the same unwavering
mood;
TIN, as he came on light. from darkliuS DAYS.
And seemed 10 touch the goal from where he
stood.
A telon hand, between the goal and him,
Reached from behind his back, a trigger
prest-
Ard tnose perplexed and patient eyes were
dim,
Those esunt, long -laboring limbs were laid
to rest!
TIE words Of mercy were upOn his lips,
Forgiveness in his heart and on his pen,
When this vile murderer brought swift eclipse
To thoughts Of peace on earth, goodwill to
men.
The Old World and the New, from sea to sea,
Utter one voice of sympathy and shame!
Sore heart, SO stopped when it at last beat
Sad lie, cut short just as its triumph came.
a deed aceurst! Strokes have been struck be.
fore
BY the assassin's hand, whereof men Doubt
If more OF horror or disgrace they bore:
But thy foul crime, like Gains stand darkly
out.
Vile hand, that brandest murder on q strife,
Whate'er its grounds, stoutly and nobly
And with The martyrs crown, crownest a life
With much to praise, little TO be forgiven.