The Martyr by Herman Melville

Lincoln the Martyr

Lincoln the Martyr

Good Friday was the day

Of the prodigy and crime

When they killed him in his pity.

When they killed him in his prime

Of clemency and calm–

When with yearning he was filled

To redeem the evil-willed.

And, though conqueror, be kind;

But they killed him in his kindness,

In their madness and their blindness,

And they killed him from behind.

 

There is sobbing of the strong,

And a pall upon the land;

But the People in their weeping

Bare the iron hand;

Beware the People weeping

When they bare the iron hand.

 

He lieth in his blood–

The father in his face;

They have killed him, the Forgiver–

The Avenger takes his place,

The Avenger wisely stern,

Who in righteousness shall do

What the heavens call him to,

And the parricides remand;

For they killed him in his kindness,

In their madness and their blindness,

And his blood is on their hand.

 

There is sobbing of the strong,

And a pall upon the land;

But the People in their weeping

Bare the iron hand;

Beware the People weeping

When they bare the iron hand.

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