niments of the death of
President Lincoln. So suddenly, and in murder and horror unsurpassed,
he was taken from us. But his death was painless.
[10] _By permission of David McKay._
HUSH'D BE THE CAMPS TO-DAY[11]
(May 4, 1865)
BY WALT WHITMAN
Hush'd be the camps to-day,
And soldiers, let us drape our war-worn weapons,
And each with musing soul retire to celebrate
Our dear commander's death.
No more for him life's stormy conflicts,
Nor victory, nor defeat--no more time's dark events,
Charging like ceaseless clouds across the sky.
But sing, poet, in our name.
Sing of the love we bore him--because you, dweller in camps,
know it truly.
As they invault the coffin there,
Sing--as they close the doors of earth upon him--one verse,
For the heavy hearts of soldiers.
[11] _By permission of David McKay._
TO THE MEMORY OF ABRAHAM LINCOLN
(1865)
BY WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT
O, 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 noblest 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
cause of right.
CROWN HIS BLOODSTAINED PILLOW
BY JULIA WARD HOWE
Crown his blood-stained pillow
With a victor's palm;
Life's receding billow
Leaves eternal calm.
At the feet Almighty
Lay this gift sincere;
Of a purpose weighty,
And a record clear.
With deliverance freighted
Was this passive hand,
And this heart, high-fated,
Would with love command.
Let him rest serenely
In a Nation's care,
Where her waters queenly
Make the West more fair.
In the greenest meadow
That the prairies show,
Let his marble's shadow
Give all men to know:
"Our First Hero, living,
Made his country free;
Heed the Second's giving,
Death for Liberty."
THE DEATH OF ABRAHAM LINCOLN[12]
BY WALT WHITMAN
Thus ended the attempted secession of these States;
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