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Harriet Monroe - Nancy Hanks
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Prairie child,
Brief as dew, 
What winds of wonder 
Nourished you?

Rolling plains 
Of billowy green, 
Far horizons, 
Blue, serene; 

Lofty skies
The slow clouds climb, 
Where burning stars
Beat out the time:

These, and the dreams
Of fathers bold, 
Baffled longings, 
Hopes untold, 

Gave to you
A heart of fire,
 Love like deep waters,
Brave desire.

Ah, when youth`s rapture
Went out in pain, 
And all seemed over,
Was all in vain?

O soul obscure,
Whose wings life bound, 
And soft death folded
Under the ground;

Wilding lady,
Still and true, 
Who gave us Lincoln 
And never knew:

To you at last
Our praise, our tears, 
Love and a song
Through The nation’s years!

Mother of Lincoln,
Our tears, our praise; 
A battle-flag
And the victor`s bays!
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