country united
From the luminous slopes of the stars!
[Illustration: PRESIDENT LINCOLN IN 1862
Photograph by Matthew Brady, Washington, D. C.]
Arthur Guiterman, author, born of American parentage, at Vienna,
Austria, November 20, 1871. Editorial work on _Woman's Home
Companion_, _Literary Digest_ and other magazines since 1891. Author
of _Betel Nuts_, 1907; _Guest Book_, 1908; _Rubiayat_, including the
_Literary Omar_, 1909, and _Orestes_ (with Andre Tridon), 1909.
Contributor chiefly of ballad, lyric verse and short stories to
magazines and newspapers.
HE LEADS US STILL
Dare we despair? Through all the nights and days
Of lagging war he kept his courage true.
Shall Doubt befog our eyes? A darker haze
But proved the faith of him who ever knew
That Right must conquer. May we cherish hate
For our poor griefs, when never word nor deed
Of rancor, malice, spite, of low or great,
In his large soul one poison-drop could breed?
He leads us still. O'er chasms yet unspanned
Our pathway lies; the work is but begun;
But we shall do our part and leave our land
The mightier for noble battles won.
Here Truth must triumph, Honor must prevail;
The nation Lincoln died for cannot fail!
[Illustration: PRESIDENT LINCOLN
Photograph by Brady, Washington, D. C., 1864]
S. Weir Mitchell, born at Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, February 15,
1829. Educated in grammar school, and University of Pennsylvania, but
was not graduated because of illness during senior year; Doctor of
Medicine, Jefferson Medical College, 1850; LL.D., Harvard, 1886;
Edinburgh, 1895; Princeton, 1896; Toronto, 1896; Jefferson Medical
College, Philadelphia, 1910. Established practice in Philadelphia.
Author of many works on treatment of diseases. _Collected Poems_,
1896-1909; _Youth of Washington_, 1904; _A Diplomatic Adventure_,
1905; _The Mind Reader_, 1907; _A Christmas Venture_, 1907; _John
Sherwood, Ironmaster_, 1911.
LINCOLN
Chained by stern duty to the rock of State,
His spirit armed in mail of rugged mirth,
Ever above, though ever near to earth,
Yet felt his heart the cruel tongues that sate
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