
Young Lincoln Statue at Lincoln Museum in Harrogate, Tennessee
Lincoln
by Nancy Byrd Turner
There was a boy of other days, A quiet, awkward, earnest lad, Who trudged long weary miles to get A book on which his heart was set— And then no candle had! He was too poor to buy a lamp But very wise in woodmen’s ways. He gathered seasoned bough and stem, And crisping leaf, and kindled them Into a ruddy blaze. Then as he lay full length and read, The firelight flickered on his face, And etched his shadow on the gloom, And made a picture in the room, In that most humble place. The hard years came, the hard years went, But, gentle, brave, and strong of will, He met them all. And when today We see his pictured face, we say,
"There’s light upon it still."
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