|Stedman and Hutchinson, comps. A Library of American Literature:|
An Anthology in Eleven Volumes. 1891.
Vols. IXXI: Literature of the Republic, Part IV., 18611889
|By James Thomson McKay (18431890)|
On the Final Burial of Lincoln at Springfield, 14 April, 1887.
AND so they buried Lincoln? Strange and vain!
| Has any creature thought of Lincoln hid|
| In any vault, neath any coffin-lid,|
| In all the years since that wild Spring of pain?|
|Tis false,he never in the grave hath lain.|| 5|
| You could not bury him although you slid|
| Upon his clay the Cheops pyramid|
| Or heaped it with the Rocky Mountain chain.|
|They slew themselves; they but set Lincoln free.|
| In all the earth his great heart beats as strong,|| 10|
| Shall beat while pulses throb to chivalry|
|And burn with hate of tyranny and wrong.|
| Whoever will may find him, anywhere|
| Save in the tomb. Not there,he is not there!|
The Century Magazine. 1890.