SONNET IN 1862

Stern be the Pilot in the dreadful hour

When a great nation, like a ship at sea

With the wroth breakers whitening at her lee,

Feels her last shudder if her helmsman cower;

A godlike manhood be his mighty dower!

Such and so gifted, Lincoln, may'st thou be

With thy high wisdom's low simplicity

And awful tenderness of voted power.

From our hot records then thy name shall stand

On Time's calm ledger out of passionate days--

With the pure debt of gratitude begun,

And only paid in never-ending praise--

One of the many of a mighty land,

Made by God's providence the Anointed One.

[Illustration: PRESIDENT LINCOLN

[Signed: For Mrs. Lucy G. Speed, from whose pious hand I

accepted the present of an Oxford Bible twenty

years ago.

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