On the Life-Mask of Abraham Lincoln

Grade 7 Poem

by R. W. Gilder

Volume: 10 | Page: 320

Estimated reading time: 1 minute

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HIS bronze doth keep the very form and THIS bron Of our great martyr's face. Yes, this is he: That brow all wisdom, all benignity; That human, humorous mouth; those cheeks that hold Like some harsh landscape all the summer's gold; That spirit fit for sorrow, as the sea For storms to beat on; the lone agony THE LIGHT BRIGADE Those silent patient lips too well foretold. Yes, this is he who ruled a world of men As might some prophet of the elder dayBrooding above the tempest and the fray With deep-eyed thought and more than mortal ken. Apower was his beyond the touch of art Or armëd strength-his pure and mighty heart.