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The Poets’ Lincoln

by Osborn H. Oldroyd

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Abraham Lincoln

If any one hath doubt or fear

That this is Freedom's chosen clime—

That God hath sown and planted here

The richest harvest field of Time—

Let him take heart, throw off his fears,

As he looks back a hundred years.

Cities and fields and wealth untold,

With equal rights before the law;

And, better than all lands and gold—

Such as the old world never saw—

Freedom and peace, the right to be,

And honor to those who made us free.

Our greatness did not happen so,

We owe it not to chance or fate;

In furnace heat, by blow on blow,

Were forged the things that make us great;

And men still live who bore that heat,

And felt those deadly hammers beat.

Not in the pampered courts of kings,

Not in the homes that rich men keep,

God calls His Davids with their slings,

Or wakes His Samuels from their sleep;

But from the homes of toil and need

Calls those who serve as well as lead.

Such was the hero of our race;

Skilled in the school of common things,

He felt the sweat on Labor's face,

He knew the pinch of want, the sting

The bondman felt, and all the wrong

The weak had suffered from the strong.

God passed the waiting centuries by,

And kept him for our time of need—

To lead us with his courage high—

To make our country free indeed;

Then, that he be by none surpassed,

God crowned him martyr at the last.

Let speech and pen and song proclaim

Our grateful praise this natal morn;

Time hath preserved no nobler name,

And generations yet unborn

Shall swell the pride of those who can

Claim Lincoln as their countryman.

FORD'S THEATRE

The building is a plain brick structure, three stories high, seventy-one feet front and one hundred feet deep. It was originally constructed and occupied as a Baptist Church, but at the beginning of the war was converted into a theatre, though never used for that purpose after the assassination of Lincoln. The government purchased it for one hundred thousand dollars, and it is now used as a branch of the Record and Pension Division of the War Department. President Lincoln was shot by J. Wilkes Booth at 10.20 o'clock P.M. on the evening of April 14, 1865, while seated in his private box in the theatre.

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