In life's great symphony,
Above the seeming discord and the pain,
A master-voice is ever singing, singing,
The plan of God to men.
In young America's song,
As threatening tumult pierced the tensioned air,
The voice of Lincoln over all was singing
The love of brother-man.
And still his voice is heard;
'Twill pierce the din of strife and mystery,
Till master-voices cease their singing, singing,
In life's great symphony.
[Illustration: LINCOLN AT THE TIME OF DEBATE WITH DOUGLAS