Abraham Lincoln
A sturdy heart by sorrow unbent
And a staunch will by solitude not weathered,
That rose from failure to failure without relent
To sit upon the pedestal of the world unfettered;
I salute your indomitable soul;
A total mystery on the whole.
From a prairie lawyer shunned by luck
To the highest office on earth,
And still your face a little melancholy;
Eerily pensive, and devoid of mirth.
Lie ye in peace most honest Abe ,
Let no man thy dust disturb
Or they reap a mortal curse,
For against his rest being averse
One who loved both foe and friend,
And knew neither how to feign nor pretend.
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