LINCOLN, FEBRUARY 12, 1809-1909

When God created this good world,
A few stupendous peaks were hurled
From His stong hand; and they remain
The wonder of the level plain.
But these colossal heights are rare,
While shifting sands are everywhere.

So with the race.  The centuries pass,
And nations fall like leaves of grass.
They die--forgotten and unsung.
While straight from God some souls are flung
To live, immortal and sublime.
So lives great Lincoln for all time.

Sailing sunny seas; By Ella Wheeler Wilcox.
Chicago: Conkey, 1909.

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