---

Harriet Monroe - Lincoln
Work rating: Low

            And, lo! leading a blessed host comes one
            Who held a warring nation in his heart;
            Who knew love`s agony, but had no part
            In love`s delight; whose mighty task was done
            Through blood and tears that we might walk in joy,
            And this day`s rapture own no sad alloy.
            Around him heirs of bliss, whose bright brows wear
            Palm leaves amid their laurels ever fair.
            Gaily they come, as though the drum
            Beat out the call their glad hearts knew so well;
            Brothers once more, dear as of yore,
            Who in a noble conflict nobly fell.
            Their blood washed pure yon banner in the sky,
            And quenched the brands laid `neath these arches high--
            The brave who, having fought, can never die.
Source
The script ran 0.001 seconds.