Abraham Lincoln by William Cullen Bryant

Abraham Lincoln

 

Oh, slow to smite and swift to spare,

Gentile and merciful and just!

Who, in 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 an honored grave

Whose proudest 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

Who perished in the cause of Right.

William Cullern Bryant (picture from 1st Art Gallery)

William Cullern Bryant (picture from 1st Art Gallery)

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2 Responses to “Abraham Lincoln by William Cullen Bryant”

  1. Jim says:

    Loved the poem.

  2. Geoffrey says:

    Great poet. Most people don’t know of him anymore.

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