A LINCOLN'S BIRTHDAY February 12, 1809 S back we look across the ages A few great figures meet the eyeKings, prophets, warriors, poets, sagesWhose names and deeds will never die. The rest are all forgotten, perished, Like trees in trackless forests vast, Not always of high race or royal They wielded sword or brush or pen. Such was our Lincoln, who forever Whose lofty purpose and endeavour New hope to hopeless bondmen gave. Gaunt, hewed as if from rugged boulders, Which creased his brow and bent his shoulders, LINCOLN'S BIRTHDAY-[Continued] And so we tell our sons his story, We celebrate his humble birth, And crown his deeds with all the glory Hail, Lincoln! As the swift years lengthen NATHAN HASKELL DOLE LINCOLN'S HUNDREDTH BIRTHDAY WE February 12, 1909 E name a day and thus commemorate The martyr who for freedom gave his life. We feel the day made holy by his fate. The wheels of time then turn their ceaseless round, And slowly wear our memory away: The holy day becomes a holiday; Its motive changes with its change of sound. Let not our purpose thus be set aside: An hour, 'twixt work and pleasure, let us pause, He lived to reunite our severed land; LINCOLN'S HUNDREDTH BIRTHDAY-[Continued] Tho' sure that victories will yet be won, Our elders might have sung with better grace Yet in our pride, how little right have we Yes, with primeval courage, brave and strong, Not that it counts for naught that we have grown To be the leaders of a continent, And not that we could be for long content |