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LINCOLN IS DEAD.
He is gone, the strong base of the nation,
The dove to his covet has fled;
Ye heroes lament his privation,
For Lincoln is dead.
The dove to his covet has fled;
Ye heroes lament his privation,
For Lincoln is dead.
He is gone down, the sun of the Union,
Like Pheobus, that sets in the west;
The planet of peace and commotion,
Forever has gone to his rest.
Like Pheobus, that sets in the west;
The planet of peace and commotion,
Forever has gone to his rest.
He is gone from a world of commotion,
No equal succeeds in his stead;
His wonders extend with the ocean,
Whose waves murmur, Lincoln is dead.
No equal succeeds in his stead;
His wonders extend with the ocean,
Whose waves murmur, Lincoln is dead.
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He is gone and can ne'er be forgotten,
Whose great deeds eternal shall bloom;
When gold, pearls and diamonds are rotten,
His deeds will break fresh from the tomb.
Whose great deeds eternal shall bloom;
When gold, pearls and diamonds are rotten,
His deeds will break fresh from the tomb.
He is gone out of glory to glory,
A smile with the tear may be shed;
O, then let us tell the sweet story,
Triumphantly, Lincoln is dead.
A smile with the tear may be shed;
O, then let us tell the sweet story,
Triumphantly, Lincoln is dead.
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