was very richly draped--from May 3 to May 4, when it
was removed to Oak Ridge Cemetery.
Lucy Hamilton Hooper, born in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, January 20,
1835. In conjunction with Charles G. Leland she edited _Our Daily
Fare_, the daily chronicle of the Philadelphia Sanitary Fair in 1864.
She was assistant editor of _Lippincott's Magazine_ from its
foundation until she went to Europe in 1870. In 1874 she settled in
Paris and since has been correspondent for various journals in this
country. She has published _Poems, with Translations from the German_
(Philadelphia, 1864), another volume of _Poems_ (1871); a translation
of _Le Nabob_, by Alphonse Daudet (Boston, 1879); and _Under the
Tricolor_, a novel (Philadelphia, 1880). She died August 31, 1893.
LINCOLN
There is a shadow on the sunny air,
There is a darkness o'er the April day,
We bow our heads beneath this awful cloud
So sudden come, and not to pass away.
O the wild grief that sweeps across our land
From frozen Maine to Californian shore!
A people's tears, an orphaned nation's wail,
For him the good, the great, who is no more.
The noblest brain that ever toiled for man,
The kindest heart that ever thrilled a breast,
The lofty soul unstained by soil of earth,
Sent by a traitor to a martyr's rest.
And his last act (O gentle, kindly heart!)
The noble prompting of unselfish grace.
He would not disappoint the waiting crowd
Who came to gaze upon his honored face.
O God, thy ways are just, and yet we find
This dispensation hard to understand.
Why must our Prophet's weary feet be stay'd
Upon the borders of the Promised Land?
He bore the heat, the burden of the day,
The golden eventide he shall not see;
He shall not see the old flag wave again
Over a land united, saved, and free.
He loved his people, and he ever lent
To all our griefs a sympathizing ear;
Now for the first time in these four sad years
The stricken nation wails--he does not hear.
O never wept a land a nobler Chief!
Kind heart, stron
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