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Poem by George Moses Horton


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.
 
He is gone down, the sun of the Union,
    Like Phoebus, that sets in the west;
The planet of peace and communion,
    Forever has gone to his rest.
 
He is gone down from a world of commotion,
    No equal succeeds in his stead;
His wonders extend with the ocean,
    Whose waves murmur, Lincoln is dead.
 
He is gone and can neТer be forgotten,
    Whose great deeds eternal shall bloom;
When gold, pearls and diamonds are rotten,
    His deeds will break forth 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.



George Moses Horton


George Moses Horton's other poems:
  1. Meditation on a Cold, Dark, and Rainy Night
  2. Recent Appearance of a Lady
  3. The Fate of an Innocent Dog
  4. Death of a Favorite Chamber Maid
  5. The Eye of Love


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