Classic and Contemporary Poetry
ABRAHAM LINCOLN, by THOMAS CURTIS CLARK First Line: From these wild hills that ring with feudal strife Last Line: In whose meek heart our great new age had birth. Subject(s): Lincoln, Abraham (1809-1865); Presidents, United States | ||||||||
From these wild hills that ring with feudal strife, From this dark land where eyes and souls are blind, Be it my task to raise, for humankind, A prophet-king who shall bring grace to life: Thus to our sires spake wise and kindly Fate; She brought them joy, and touched their hearts with hope That men would not forever dumbly grope In bogs of greed, in sloughs of lust and hate. Thus came our Prophet, harbinger of peace -- Though who could guess what bloody years must be Ere hate should yield to his rare charity! -- Or who could know how his strange life should cease! Yet Fate failed not: she brought a god to earth In whose meek heart our great new age had birth. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...JOHN BROWN'S BODY by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET HISTORICAL REFLECTIONS by JOHN HOLLANDER TO ABRAHAM LINCOLN by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON INAUGURATION DAY: JANUARY 1953 by ROBERT LOWELL LINCOLN TRIUMPHANT by EDWIN MARKHAM YOUNG LINCOLN by EDWIN MARKHAM A MAN CHILD IS BORN (1809) by EDGAR LEE MASTERS AT SAGAMORE HILL by EDGAR LEE MASTERS BRUTUS LIVES AGAIN IN BOOTH by EDGAR LEE MASTERS ABRAHAM LINCOLN, THE MASTER by THOMAS CURTIS CLARK |
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