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ABRAHAM LINCOLN.
Turn; and, behold the sad Soul of the West
Passing behind a Rainbow bloodily!
Conscience incarnate, steadfast, strong, and free,
Changeless thro' change, blessing and ever blessed.
Sad storm-cloud with God's Iris on his breast,
Across the troubled ocean travelled he,—
Sad was his passing! gentle be his rest!
God's Bow sails with him on another sea!
Passing behind a Rainbow bloodily!
Conscience incarnate, steadfast, strong, and free,
Changeless thro' change, blessing and ever blessed.
Sad storm-cloud with God's Iris on his breast,
Across the troubled ocean travelled he,—
Sad was his passing! gentle be his rest!
God's Bow sails with him on another sea!
At first no larger than a prophet's hand,
Against the dense insufferable blue
Cloud-like he came; and by a fierce wind fanned,
Didst gather into greatness ere we knew,
Then, flash by flash, most desolately grand,
Passed away sadly heavenward, dropping dew!
Against the dense insufferable blue
Cloud-like he came; and by a fierce wind fanned,
Didst gather into greatness ere we knew,
Then, flash by flash, most desolately grand,
Passed away sadly heavenward, dropping dew!
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