The Death of Lincoln
by William Cullen Bryant (1794�1878) |
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OH, slow to smite and swift to spare,
Gentle and
merciful and just!
Who, in the fear of God, didst bear
The sword of power, a nation's trust!
In sorrow by
thy bier we stand,
Amid the awe that hushes all,
And
speak the anguish of a land
That shook with horror at thy
fall.
Thy task is done; the bond are free:
We bear
thee to an honored grave,
Whose proudest monument shall
be
The broken fetters of the slave.
Pure was thy
life; its bloody close
Hath placed thee with the sons of
light,
Among the noble host of those
Who perished in
the cause of Right.
April, 1865. |
By William Cullen Bryant (1794�1878)
Listed November 23, 2013 |
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