Classic Poem

Born in a log-cabin, and he had a spelling-book,—
That was all the outfit that the little Abram took:
King of Hearts it made him! When he died, the country shook,—
Abraham Lincoln, forever!
Hurrah! hurrah! he brought the Jubilee!
Hurrah! hurrah! the man who made us free!
Men shall sing his praises from the mountains to the sea,
Abraham Lincoln, forever!

Dark along the North there hung the thunder-clouds of war,
Brightly gleamed the watch-fires on the Southern hills and shore,
When uprose the gaunt-face hero, sound-heart to the core,—
Abraham Lincoln, forever!

Black men for their freedom trembling, white men for their land,
Watched the patient eyes that feared not, felt the steady hand,
Knew that somehow God was with him,—Liberty would stand!
Abraham Lincoln, forever!

Heart without a nook for malice, only room for grace,
All his will to pluck the thistle, plant the flower in place,—
And he lived to save a nation, died to save a race,
Abraham Lincoln, forever!