Classic and Contemporary Poetry
PARRICIDE; ABRAHAM LINCOLN - APRIL 14, 1865, by JULIA WARD HOWE Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: O'er the warrior gauntlet grim Last Line: From his ashes makes us freemen still. Subject(s): Assassination; Lincoln, Abraham (1809-1865); Parricide; Presidents, United States | ||||||||
O'ER the warrior gauntlet grim Late the silken glove we drew, Bade the watch-fires slacken dim In the dawn's auspicious hue. Stayed the armed heel; Stilled the clanging steel; Joys unwonted thrilled the silence through. Glad drew near the Easter tide; And the thoughts of men anew Turned to Him who spotless died For the peace that none shall rue. Out of mortal pain This abiding strain Issued: "Peace, my peace, I give to you." Musing o'er the silent strings, By their apathy opprest, Waiting for the spirit wings, To be touched and soul-possessed, "I am dull," I said: "Treason is not dead; Still in ambush lurks that shivering guest." Then a woman's shriek of fear Smote us in its arrowy flight; And a wonder wild and drear Did the hearts of men unite. Has the seed of crime Reached its flowering-time, That it shoots to this audacious height? Then, as frosts the landscape change, Stiffening from the summer's glow, Grew the jocund faces strange, Lay the loftiest emblem low: Kings are of the past, Suffered still to last; These twin crowns the present did bestow. Fair assassin, murder white, With thy serpent speed avoid Each unsullied household light, Every conscience unalloyed. Neither heart nor home Where good angels come Suffer thee in nearness to abide. Slanderer of the gracious brow, The untiring blood of youth, Servant of an evil now, Of a crime that beggars ruth, Treason was thy dam, Wolfling, when the Lamb, The Anointed, met thy venomed tooth. With the righteous did he fall. With the sainted doth he lie; While the gibbet's vultures call Thee, that, 'twixt the earth and sky, Disavowed of both In their Godward troth, Thou mayst make thy poor amend, and die. If it were my latest breath, Doomed his bloody end to share, I would brand thee with his death As a deed beyond despair. Since the Christ was lost For a felon's cost, None like thee of vengeance should beware. Leave the murderer, noble song, Helpless in the toils of fate: To the just thy meeds belong, To the martyr, to the state. When the storm beats loud Over sail and shroud, Tunefully the seaman cheers his mate. Never tempest lashed the wave But to leave it fresher calm; Never weapon scarred the brave But their blood did purchase balm. God hath writ on high Such a victory As uplifts the nation with its psalm. Honor to the heart of love, Honor to the peaceful will, Slow to threaten, strong to move, Swift to render good for ill! Glory crowns his end, And the captive's friend From his ashes makes us freemen still. | 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 |
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