Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE GRAVE OF LINCOLN, by EDNA DEAN PROCTOR Poet's Biography First Line: Now must the storied potomac Last Line: Freedom's jerusalem thou! Alternate Author Name(s): Dean Variant Title(s): Lincoln Subject(s): American Civil War; Graves; Lincoln, Abraham (1809-1865); Presidents, United States; U.s. - History; Tombs; Tombstones | ||||||||
NOW must the storied Potomac Laurels forever divide; Now to the Sangamon fameless Give of its century's pride; Sangamon, stream of the prairies, Placidly westward that flows, Far in whose city of silence Calm he has sought his repose. Over our Washington's river Sunrise beams rosy and fair; Sunset on Sangamon fairer Father and martyr lies there. Kings under pyramids slumber, Sealed in the Libyan sands; Princes in gorgeous cathedrals, Decked with the spoil of the lands; Kinglier, princelier sleeps he, Couched 'mid the prairies serene, Only the turf and the willow Him and God's heaven between; Temple nor column to cumber Verdure and bloom of the sod So in the vale by Beth-peor Moses was buried of God. Break into blossoms, O prairies, Snowy and golden and red! Peers of the Palestine lilies Heap for your Glorious Dead! Roses as fair as of Sharon, Branches as stately as palm, Odors as rich as the spices Cassia and aloes and balm Mary the loved and Salome, All with a gracious accord, Ere the first glow of the morning Brought to the tomb of the Lord. Wind of the west! breathe around him Soft as the saddened air's sigh, When to the summit of Pisgah Moses had journeyed to die; Clear as its anthem that floated Wide o'er the Moabite plain, Low with the wail of the people Blending its burdened refrain. Rarer, O wind! and diviner Sweet as the breeze that went by, When, over Olivet's mountain, Jesus was lost in the sky. Not for thy sheaves nor savannas Crown we thee, proud Illinois! Here in his grave is thy grandeur; Born of his sorrow thy joy. Only the tomb by Mount Zion, Hewn for the Lord, do we hold Dearer than his in thy prairies, Girdled with harvests of gold! Still for the world through the ages Wreathing with glory his brow, He shall be liberty's Saviour; Freedom's Jerusalem thou! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SURVIVOR AMONG GRAVES by RANDALL JARRELL SUBJECTED EARTH by ROBINSON JEFFERS THE GRAVE OF MRS. HEMANS by CECIL FRANCES ALEXANDER THOSE GRAVES IN ROME by LARRY LEVIS NOT TO BE DWELLED ON by HEATHER MCHUGH ONE LAST DRAW OF THE PIPE by PAUL MULDOON ETRUSCAN TOMB by JOHN FREDERICK NIMS ENDING WITH A LINE FROM LEAR by MARVIN BELL COLUMBUS DYING [MAY 20, 1506] by EDNA DEAN PROCTOR SA-CA-GA-WE-A; THE INDIAN GIRL WHO GUIDED LEWIS AND CLARK by EDNA DEAN PROCTOR |
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