. Der dichter Lincoln: Tribute in Vers auf die gemarterten Präsident. Barmherzigkeit war grenzenlos, als seine Macht. Und er gemütlich war, Lachen lieben; noch sein Herz war immer hin- und hergerissen mit leiden. Die dichter LINCOLN gibt es göttliche Mitgefühl in der Maa, ein gottähnlicher Liebe und Mitleid für seine Rasse. Die Welt sah das volle Maß des loveWhen Lincoln enthalten. Wenn Lincoln starb einen Typ Männer verloren wurde. Die Erde hat ihre Eroberer und kingsAnd viele der häufig große hatte. Durch allShe hatte nur ein Lincoln. Es gibt ihn in allen noneLike die Annalen der Vergangenheit an. Er war ein Wachstum unserer Neuen Erde, ein childOf unsere neue Zeit

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. The poets' Lincoln : tributes in verse to the martyred President. mercy was as boundless as his power. And he was jovial, laughter loving; still His heart was ever torn with suffering. THE POETS LINCOLN There was divine compassion in the maa, A godlike love and pity for his race.The world saw the full measure of that loveWhen Lincoln died. When Lincoln died a type was lost to men.The earth has had her conquerors and kingsAnd many of the common great. Through allShe only had one Lincoln. There is noneLike him in all the annals of the past.He was a growth of our new soil, a childOf our new time, a symbol of the raceThat freedom breeds; was of the lowest rank, And yet he scaled the highest height.Mankind one of its few immortals lostWhen Lincoln died. When Lincoln died it seemed a providence, For he appeared as one sent for a work Whom, when that work was done, God summoned home.He led a splendid fight for liberty, And when the shackles fell the land was saved;He laid his armor by and sought his rest.A glory sent from heaven covered himWhen Lincoln died.. A STUDY OF LINCOLNFrom painting by Blendon Campbell 250 THE POETS LINCOLN AMOS RUSSELL WELLS was born at Glens Falls, l New York, December 23, 1862. His mother re-moved to Yellow Springs, Ohio, when he was fouryears old, and he received his education at the publicschool there, afterward studying at Antioch Collegeof that town, a college made illustrious by its first Presi-dent, Horace Mann, who died there. Graduated in1883, all by himself, later receiving as Master of Arts, also LL.D. He taught for a year in a country districtschool, then entered the faculty of his Alma Mater, where he was a tutor for nine years. Was professorof Greek, Geology and Astronomy. He joined theChristian Endeavor Society in 1888, and by it was ledto become a member of the Presbyterian Church atYellow Springs. When but a boy he began to write, and edited numerous journals. Later edited an ama-teur paper, also a town paper. His first paid contri-bu

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