Grant County herald. [volume] (Lancaster, Wis.) 1850-1968, 1900-02-15
ABRAHAM LINCOLN.
NOM

MARX TO LONDON PuNcII
You lay a wreath on murdered I.ncolns bier.
lou who with hooking pencil wont to trace
Bread for the self-complacen British sneer
Ills length Of shamblng limb his furrowed face
His gaunt gnarled hands his mkempt brstling HAIR
His garb uncouth his bearing i'll 1T
Ills lack Of all prize as debonair
OF power or will to shine. of art to please:
Io0 whose smart pen backed up the pencils laugh
Judging each step as though the way were plain
Reckless, 50 it could point its paragraph
Of chiefs perpleNity peoples pain
Beside this corpse. that bears for winding-sheet
The Stars and Stripes he lived 10 anew
Between the at his head and feet.
say scurrc lester is there room for you?
Yes. He has lived to shame me from my
TO lame my pencil, and confute my PEN
TO make me own this hind Of princes peer,
This rail-spter true-bon king Of men
My shallow Judgment have learned to rue.
Noting how 10 occasions heights he
How his quaint wit made home-trutl seem more true
How ironike his temper grew by blows.
How humble, yet how hopeful he could be:
How in good fortune and in i'll, the same:
Nor bitter in nor boastful he,
Thirsty for gold feverish for fame.
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 task 10 do
Mans honest will must heavens good grace command;
Who trusts the strength will with the burden grow
That God makes instruments TO work his will
If but that will we arrive to know.
Nor tamper with the weights Of good and i'll.
SO he went forth to battle, on the side
That he felt Gear Lilerty's and Rights.
As in his peasant boyhood lie had piled
His warfare with rude Natures hwarting nights
The 'ncleared forest the unbroken soil.
The iron bark that turns The lumberer's axe.
The rapid that q rbears the boatmans toll:
The prairie hiding the mazcd wanderers tracks.
The ambushcd Indian. and the proving bear:
Such the deeds that helped his youth 10 train:
Rough cultmc-but such trees large fruit may bear
If but their stocks be Of right grth and grain.
50 he grew up destined work to do
And lived 70 do it. -Four long-su1ering years
lil-fate i-feeling. ill-rcport lived through.
And then he heard the Kisses changed to cheers.
The tauns to tribute the abuse 70 praise
And took both with the same unwavering mood
TIL. as he TO light. from darkng days
And seemed Il touch the goal from where he stood.
a felon hand between the goal and him.
Reached from behind his back trigger prest
And those perplcxed and patient eyes were dim.
Those gaunt, ong-aboring limbs laid TO rest,
The words Of mercy upon his lips
Forgiveness in his heart and on his pen
When the vile murderer brought swift eclipse
To thoughts Of peace earth good will 10 men.
The Old World and the New from to
Utter voice Of sympathy and shame
Sore heart, stopped when il at last beat high:
Sad life cut short Just ~ its triumph came
deed accurs! Strokes have been struck before
BY the assassn's hand, whereof men doubt
If more Of horror disgrace they bore:
But thy foul crime like Gains. stands darkly out
Vile hand that brandest murder strife.
Whate'er its grounds, stouy and noby strven:
And with the martyr, crown crownest life
With much 10 praise little TO be forgiven
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