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Excerpt from Our Martyred President Our Martyred President. With aching heart in grief-toned words I tell How Lincoln lived and labored, how he fell, And, in the zenith of his pure renown, Laid off his mortal robes to wear a crown Amid the radiant host of those who died That Freedom might o'er all our land preside. As some sweet lamb, that, by the placid lake, Where the light zephyrs tiny dimples wake, Thought him secure and safe from every harm, So rested we, and dreamed that War's alarm Would sound aloud through this fair land no more, Startling the echoes shrill from shore to shores; But, as the lamb who sought the osiered brink Peacefully there its thirst to slake, would drink, But saw reflected in the limpid wave The wolf, approaching him to swift enslave, And having captured, then to slay and eat, Starts from the lake-side, and with nimble feet Runs bleating up the hill-path toward the fold, Thus had we hoped to quaff the nectar pure Of victory which rendered peace secure, About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.