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Lincoln.
God placed on Lincoln's brow
A sad, majestic crown;
All enmity is friendship now,
And martyrdom renown.
A mighty-hearted man,
He toiled at Freedom's side,
And lived, as only heroes can,
The truth in which he died.
Like Moses, eyes so dim,
All signs he could not spell;
Yet he endured, as seeing Him
Who is invisible.
His life was under One
"Who made and loveth all;"
And when his mighty work was done,
How grand his coronal!
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Garfield.
Of Garfield's finished days,
So fair and all too few,
Destruction, which at noon-day strays,
Could not the work undo.
O martyr prostrate, calm,
I learn anew that pain
Achieves, as God's subduing psalm,
What else were all in vain!
Like Samson in his death,
With mightiest labor rife,
The moments of thy halting breath
Were grandest of thy life.
And now, amid the gloom
Which pierces mortal years,
There shines a star above thy tomb
To smile away our tears.
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Not Too Near.
O workers brave and true,
Whose lives are full of song,
I dare not take too near a view,
Lest I should do you wrong.
I only look to see
The marks of sacrifice,
The heraldry of sympathy,
Which can alone suffice.
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