Bedford inquirer. [volume] (Bedford, Pa.) 1857-1884, 1865-05-26
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You lhy wreath on murdered Lincoln 5 bier,
You, who with moeking pencil won't to traces
Broad for the self-complaeent British sheer,
| Hislength Of shambling limb, his furrowed face
His gauht. gnarled hahds. his unkeinpt, bTistling
His garb uncouth. his hearing i'll atease, stg,
His lack Of all we prize as debonair,
i OF power or viii to shine, of art to please. ~
You, whose smart pen backed up the pencils laugh
Judging each step as though the way were plain;
Reckless SO it could point its paragraph,
0feAiefs perpexity or peoples pain.
Beside this corpse, that bears for winding-sheet
The stars and stripes he lived TO rearanew, ~.
Between the mougners at his head and feet, >. Z.
Say, 4puEFii jester, j there room fpr you
Yes. he had lived to shame me from my sneer,
To lame my pencil, and confute my pen
To make me own this hind of princes peer,
This rail-splitter a true born king Of men. I
My shallow Judgment i had, learnt to rue,
Noting how to vceasien's height he ROSE, a.
How his quaint wit made home truth seem more
How iron like his temper grew BY blows
How humble, yet how hopeful he could be .aa
How in good fortune Q dd i'll the same @
Nor bitter in success, nor boastfnl ne,
Thirsty for gold, nor feverish for. fame. .rg
He went about his work-such work as few
Ever had laid on head and heart and hand
As one who knows where there's q task TO do,
Mans honest viii must Heavens good grace
command; tt A af7 8
Who trusts the strength viii with the burden grow
, That God makes instruments to work his viii,
If but that viii we can but arrive to know, ~
b Nor tamper with the weights Of good and i'll.
So be went forth to battle on the side
That he felt clear was Liberty's and Rights,
As in his peasant boyhood he had piled -
His warfare with rnde Natures th#arting
The uncleared forest, the ,inbroken soil
The iron bark thatturns the lgmberer's axe, :;
The rapid, that .o'erbears the boatman' tol,
The prairie, hiding the mazed wanderers tracks,
The ambushed Indian, and the prowling bear
Such were the needs that helped his youth 70
train:
Roagh culture-but- such trees. large fruit may
bear,
If but their stocks be Of right gifth and grain.
So he grew up, a destined work to do, rs
And lived to do it: four long suffering years,
Il-fate, ill-feeling, sill4report, lived through,
And then be heard the Kisses change to cheers
The taunts to tribute, the abuse to praise,
And took both with the same unwayering mood,
Till, az he came on light, from darkling days,
And seemed to touch the goal from where he
stood. e.
mG Hoan go
A felon, had between the goal and him. 1t
Reached from behind his back, a t5tggerprest--
And those perplexed and patient eyes we're dim,
Those gaunt long-laboring limbs were laid 70
rest
The words ofmercy we're upon his lips,
Forgiveness in his heart and on his pen,
When this vile murderer brought swift eclipse
10 thoughts Of peace on earth, goodwill to men
The Old World and the New, from sea to sea,
Utter one voice ofsympathy and shame $3.50,
Sore heart so stopped when it at least beat high ,
Sad life, cut short just as its triumph came.
A deed acearst! Strokes have been struck before
BY the assassin's hand, whereof men doubt
Tfnore Of horror or disgrace they bore m -,
But thy foul crime, like Cain's, stands darklg
out. E,.r
Vile hand, that brandest murder on a strife,
Whate' 'er its grounds, stoutly and nobly strisen
And with the martyrs crown erownest life
With much to praise, little to be forgiFen
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