Deseret evening news. [volume] (Great Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1867-1920, 1901-10-05
ABRAHAM LINCOLN.
Foully assassinated April Il, 1905.

Is the remarkable poem in which, May 1865 London Pu
error after having lampooned Lincoln with Pc
n Few doubt that among American newspapers and pu
y who have similarly assaed President Mckinley there are
perence feelings Of pnitence that voiced Punch
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You lay a wreath on murdered Lincolns bier
You, who with hooking pencil wont to trace
Broad for the self-compacent British sneer
His length Of stumbling HUB mis- furowed face.
His gaunt gnared hands hi untompt bristllng har
His earb uncouth his bearing IN at ease
His lack Of all prize as dchonair,
or power win to shine of art to please.
You whose smart pen baclel up he pencils laugh
Judging each step. as though the way were pain
Reckless It could point q paragraph
or Chiefs perplexty, or peoples pain
Beside this corpse that bears for wlndng-sheet
The Stars and Strpcs he lived 20 rear anew,
Between the mourners at his head and feet
Say, scurril-ieser, is there Dom for you?
Yes he had lived to shame from my sneer,
To lame my Mcneil and coufute my PEN
To mako this hind Of princes peer,
This ail-sphtter true born king Of men,
My shallow Judgment had lie ruo.
Noting how 10 occasions he ipht he rose,
How his quaint wit made HON etruth seem more true,
How, iron-like his temper crew by blows.
How humble vet how hopeful he could be:
How In good fortune and In ~ 'ho
Nov hitter in success nor boa stful he,
Thirsty for gold nor feverish for fame.
He went about his worl,-such work as few
Ever had laid on head and heart and hond-
Ae who knows where there's tasp TO d.
Mans honest viii must Heavens Rood grace command
Who trusts the strength win with the burden grow,
That God makes instruments 20 work his will
II hut that viii arrive to know,
Nor tamper with the weights Of good and ILL.,
So he went forth to battle on the side
That he felt clear I.bertv's and Rights,
As In his peasant b0yhood he had piled
His warfare with rude natures thwarting mlghb
The unceared forest the unbroken soil
The iron-hark, that turns the laborers axe
The rapid that oerbears the boaimans ol
The prairie, hiding the mazed wanderers tracks.
The ambushed Indian and the prowng bear
Such the needs that eped his youth 10 trains
Rough cuture-but such trees large fruit may bear,
II but their stocks be Of right glrth and grain.
So he grew I'D a destined wor 10 do
And lived TO do It. four Ion g-suferng years
Hl-fate ll-fortune. ill-renor lived through.
And then he heard the Kisses change TO cheers.
The aunts to tribute the abuse to praise,
And took both with the unwayerng mood;
TIL as he light from darkling days
And seemed TO touch the goal from where he ste
4 colon hand between the zeal and him.
Reached from behind his ba ok trigger prest--s
And perpexed aud patent eyes dim,
Those gaunt long-iaboring limbs were laid TO re&
The words Of mercy were upon his lips
Forgiveness I'm his heart and his pen
When this vile murderer brought swift eclipse
TO thoughts Of peace on earth, good will TO
The ola World and the New from sea To sea,
Utter one voice of sympathy and .shame
Sore heart. stopped when Il at last beat high,
Sad life cut short just as hs triumph came
deed accurst Strokes Ia, been struck before
By the assassin's hand. whe reof doubt
II more OF horror disgrace they bore;
But thy foul crime ike Gains, stands darkly out
vile hand that brandest murder on a strife
Whaie'er It's grounds stouty and nobly strlyen;
And with the martyrs crown crownest life
And with much praise. little 40 be forgiyen