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Edmund Clarence Stedman, ed. (1833–1908).  A Victorian Anthology, 1837–1895.  1895.
 
Abraham Lincoln
 
Tom Taylor (1817–80)
 
 
From “Punch”
 
 
YOU lay a wreath on murder’d Lincoln’s bier,
  You who with mocking pencil wont to trace,
Broad for the self-complaisant British sneer,
  His length of shambling limb, his furrow’d face,
 
His gaunt, gnarl’d hands, his unkempt, bristling hair,        5
  His garb uncouth, his bearing ill at ease,
His lack of all we prize as debonair,
  Of power or will to shine, of art to please;
 
You, whose smart pen back’d up the pencil’s laugh,
  Judging each step as though the way were plain;        10
Reckless, so it could point its paragraph,
  Of chief’s perplexity, or people’s pain,—
 
Beside this corpse, that bears for winding-sheet
  The Stars and Stripes he liv’d to rear anew,
Between the mourners at his head and feet,        15
  Say, scurrile jester, is there room for you?
 
Yes: he had liv’d to shame me from my sneer,
  To lame my pencil and confute my pen;
To make me own this hind of princes peer,
  This rail-splitter a true-born king of men.        20
 
My shallow judgment I had learn’d to rue,
  Noting how to occasion’s height he rose;
How his quaint wit made home-truth seem more true;
  How, iron-like, his temper grew by blows;
 
How humble, yet how hopeful he could be;        25
  How in good fortune and in ill the same;
Nor bitter in success, nor boastful he,
  Thirsty for gold, nor feverish for fame.
 
He went about his work,—such work as few
  Ever had laid on head and heart and hand,—        30
As one who knows, where there ’s a task to do,
  Man’s honest will must Heaven’s good grace command;
 
Who trusts the strength will with the burden grow,
  That God makes instruments to work his will,
If but that will we can arrive to know,        35
  Nor tamper with the weights of good and ill.
 
So he went forth to battle, on the side
  That he felt clear was Liberty’s and Right’s,
As in his peasant boyhood he had plied
  His warfare with rude Nature’s thwarting mights,—        40
 
The unclear’d forest, the unbroken soil,
  The iron bark that turns the lumberer’s axe,
The rapid that o’erbears the boatman’s toil,
  The prairie hiding the maz’d wanderer’s tracks,
 
The ambush’d Indian, and the prowling bear,—        45
  Such were the deeds that help’d his youth to train:
Rough culture, but such trees large fruit may bear,
  If but their stocks be of right girth and grain.
 
So he grew up, a destin’d work to do,
  And liv’d to do it; four long-suffering years’        50
Ill fate, ill feeling, ill report liv’d through,
  And then he heard the hisses change to cheers,
 
The taunts to tribute, the abuse to praise,
  And took both with the same unwavering mood,—
Till, as he came on light from darkling days,        55
  And seem’d to touch the goal from where he stood,
 
A felon hand, between the goal and him,
  Reach’d from behind his back, a trigger prest,
And those perplex’d and patient eyes were dim,
  Those gaunt, long-laboring limbs were laid to rest.        60
 
The words of mercy were upon his lips,
  Forgiveness in his heart and on his pen,
When this vile murderer brought swift eclipse
  To thoughts of peace on earth, good will to men.
 
The Old World and the New, from sea to sea,        65
  Utter one voice of sympathy and shame.
Sore heart, so stopp’d when it at last beat high!
  Sad life, cut short just as its triumph came!
 
A deed accur’d! Strokes have been struck before
  By the assassin’s hand, whereof men doubt        70
If more of horror or disgrace they bore;
  But thy foul crime, like Cain’s, stands darkly out,
 
Vile hand, that brandest murder on a strife,
  Whate’er its grounds, stoutly and nobly striven,
And with the martyr’s crown crownest a life        75
  With much to praise, little to be forgiven.
 

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