1

If so men's memories not a monument be, None shalt thou have. Warm hearts, and not cold stone,

Must mark thy grave, or thou shalt lie, unknown.

Marbles keep not themselves; how then, keep thee?

JOHN VANCE CHENEY-Thy Monument.

2

O, Uncommon Commoner! may your name
Forever lead like a living flame!
Unschooled scholar! how did you learn
The wisdom a lifetime may not earn?
Unsainted martyr! higher than saint!
You were a man with a man's constraint.
In the world, of the world was your lot;
With it and for it the fight you fought,
And never till Time is itself forgot
And the heart of man is a pulseless clot

Shall the blood flow slow, when we think the
thought
Of Lincoln!

EDMUND VANCE COOKE-The Uncommon Commoner.

When the Norn-mother saw the Whirlwind Hour,
Greatening and darkening as it hurried on,
She bent the strenuous Heavens and came down
To make a man to meet the mortal need.
She took the tried clay of the common road-
Clay warm yet with the genial heat of Earth,
Dashed through it all a strain of prophecy;
Then mixed a laughter with the serious stuff.
It was a stuff to wear for centuries,

A man that matched the mountains, and compelled

The stars to look our way and honor us.
EDWIN MARKHAM-Lincoln, The Man of the
People.

O captain! my captain! our fearful trip is done; The ship has weather'd every rack; the prize we sought is won;

The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,

While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring?

But O heart! heart! heart! O the bleeding drops

of red,