Poem February 8, 1908 Issue

LINCOLN

J. L. H.

Fate struck the hour!
A crisis hour of Time.
The tocsin of a people clanging forth
Thro' the wild South and thro' the startled North
Called for a leader, master of his kind,
Fearless and firm, with clear foreseeing mind;
Who would not flinch from calumny or scorn,
Who in the depth of night could ken the morn;
Wielding a giant power
Humbly, with faith sublime.
God knew the man His Sovereign grace had sealed;
God touched the man, and Lincoln stood revealed!

J. L. H.

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