On the Life-Mask of Abraham Lincoln

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.