Nebraska advertiser. [volume] (Brownville, Nemaha County, N.T. [Neb.]) 1856-1882, 1865-06-01
Poetry.
ABRAHAM LINCOLN.
YOUILY AssAss1EArID April IA, 1866.

F0ULLY AssAssIEATED APRIL IA, 1855.
You La wreath on murdered LincoIn's bier,
You, who with mOcking pencil wont TO trace,
Broad for the self cOmplacent British sneer,
Bic length Of stumbling limb, hisfarrOWed face,
his gaunt,gnarled hands, his unkempt, ,briing hair
His garb uncOuth, ais bearing III 81 ease,
Bis lack Of all we prize as debOnair,
Of power or will to shine, Of art to please.
You, whose smartpen backed up the pencil laugh
Judging each step. as though the way were plain
Reckless, so il ccald point its paragraph,
OF chiefs PsrPlexity, or peoples pain
Beside this corpse, that bears for winding sheet
The stars and stripes he lived-tO rear anew,
Between the mOurners at his head and feet,
Say, scurril jester, is there room for you
Yes, he had lived to shame me from my sneer,
To lame my pencil, and TO OOnfute my pen -
To make me own this kind Of princes peer,
This raii-splitter true-born king Of men.
Ny shallow judgment had learnt TO rue.
Noting ~ - I;,VstIls lhsI5 litb'b,
How hisouaiut wit made home truth seem more true
How, irOu.Iike, his temper grew by blows.
How humble, yet bow hopeful he could be;
BOW in good fortune and in i'll the same +
Nor bitter in success nor bOastful he,
Thirsty for gold, nor feVsrish for fame.
He went about his work-sueh work as few
Ever had laid on head and heart, AMI hlni-
As one who knows where there's task tOdO;
Mans Onest will must us4ven's good grace
command.
Who trusts the strength viii with the burden grow,
That God makes instruments to work ais val ], 7
If but that will we can arrive to know,
Nor temper with tie weights Of good and i'll.
So he went forth to battle, on the side
That be felt clear was Liberty's and Rights, /
As in his peasant bOyhOOd he bad piled 1
His warfare with rude natures thWarting nigh IS
The uDcleared forest, the unbtOken soil,
The iron bark that turns the lumberer's axe,
The rapid that O'erbears the bOatman's sOil,
The prairie hiding the lnaIed wanderers tracks
The ambushed Indian, and the prOwliug bear
Such we're the needs that helped his youth t
train;
Rough cuture-but such trees large fruit may bear
IL but their stocks be Of right girth and gram.
So be erew up, a destined work 70 do,
And lived to do it: four lODg-sufering years,
IN fate, ill-feeliug ,ilI.rePOrt, lived through,
And then be heard the Kisses change 70 cheers,
Ths4suhts to triblte, the abuse to praise,
And took both with the same uuWaycring mood
Till be came on light, from darkling days,
AID seemed 10 touch the goal from where be StOot
A fel6a'had, between the goal and him,
Reached from behi nd. his back, a trigger prest-
And those perPIeKed and patient eyes were dim,
Those gaunt, long labOring linbs were laid 70 res
The words Of mercy were upon his lips,
Forgiveness in his heart and on his pen,
When this vile murderer brought sswift eclipse,
To thoughts of peace on earth, good will 10 men
The Old World and the New from sea to sea,
-sUtterOne voice Of sympathy and shame;
Sore heart, 50 stopped when it at last beat high;
Sad life, cut short as just its triumph came.
deed acourst Strokes have been struck befOl
BY theassassin's hand, whereof men doubt
If more Of horror or disgrace they bOrej
But thy foul crime, like Csin's, stand datkly Ou
-LoRd0a Punch.