What better than this voiceless cast Since through its living semblance passed Edmund Clarence Stedman. 1883. By special permission of Messrs. Houghton, Mifflin & Co. ON THE LIFE-MASK OF ABRAHAM This bronze doth keep the very form and mold That human, humorous mouth; those cheeks that hold Like some harsh landscape all the summer's gold; Or armed strength — his pure and mighty heart. Richard Watson Gilder. 1886. By special permission of TO THE SPIRIT OF ABRAHAM LINCOLN (REUNION AT GETTYSBURG TWENTY-FIVE YEARS AFTER THE BAttle) Shade of our greatest, O look down to-day! Here the long, dread midsummer battle roared, And brother in brother plunged the accursed sword; Here foe meets foe once more in proud array Yet not as once to harry and to slay But to strike hands, and with sublime accord And on this sacred field one patriot host Richard Watson Gilder. 1888. By special permission of LINCOLN Chained by stern duty to the rock of state, Till the keen lightnings bring the awful hour Lived in unconscious nearness unto Him S. Weir Mitchell. 1891. By special permission of From LINCOLN'S GRAVE (READ BEFORE THE PHI BETA KAPPA SOCIETY OF HARVARD UNIVERSITY) May one who fought in honor for the South The great sweet spirit lifts itself on high Is he dead? Meseems I feel his presence. Of South or North no matter which they be, Record on record of humanity, Where love is first and last forevermore. |