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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=426712" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Elegy Of Lincoln</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Lincoln is gone — who ruled the Western Land <br>From the Pacific to the Atlantic's brim — <br>And cold and nerveless lies the mighty hand <br>That struck the fetters from the negro's limb. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Lincoln is gone — and now for ever still <br>The gentle, manly, and the feeling heart <br>And quench'd in might the endless will <br>That never flinch'd from Duty's sternest part. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Negro mourns for him who wont to stand <br>The foremost Champion in fair freedom's train; <br>Who took the dusky Ethiope by the hand <br>And from his forehead wiped the shameful stain.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The gloomy Indian hears the tale with grief <br>Of his Protector's dark untimely end — <br>And sternly sorrows for the Pale-face Chief, <br>The red man's brother and his constant friend. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now anarchy and rest overwhelm <br>In mid-career our lordly ship of state <br>For Lincoln's hand no longer holds the helm <br>To guide her passage through the fearful strait. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">His foresight deep, his judgment keen and cool, <br>Would hush Sedition's voice and Discord's jar — <br>Oh! For another year of Lincoln's rule <br>To blot the footprints of intestine war. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">But though we view the blank where late he stood <br>Discharging fearlessly his country's trust, <br>His name shall number with the great and good <br>When his proud tomb has moulder'd in the dust. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">When dove-eyed peace shall have eternal birth, <br>And spread Millennial bliss along our shore <br>And all the nations of the smiling earth <br>Shall learn the horrid art of war no more. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yes! we may search from Boston's busy street <br>To far Nebraska's wide untrodden plain <br>But no such man as Lincoln may we meet, <br>Nor shall his country see his like again.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Joseph+Furphy">Joseph Furphy</a><div class=q>
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From the Pacific to the Atlantic's brim — 
And cold and nerveless lies the mighty hand 
That struck the fetters from the negro's limb. 

Lincoln is gone — and now for ever still 
The gentle, manl..."></div>
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