Joy, beneath the outstretched wings of Peace--the foremost man in all
the world.
And then the horror came. Night fell on noon. The Savior of the
Republic, the breaker of chains, the liberator of millions, he who had
"assured freedom to the free," was dead.
Upon his brow Fame placed the immortal wreath, and for the first time in
the history of the world a Nation bowed and wept.
The memory of Lincoln is the strongest, tenderest tie that binds all
hearts together now, and holds all States beneath a Nation's flag.