Lincoln

By Vachel Lindsay 1879–1931 Vachel Lindsay
Would I might rouse the Lincoln in you all,
That which is gendered in the wilderness
From lonely prairies and God’s tenderness.
Imperial soul, star of a weedy stream,
Born where the ghosts of buffaloes still dream,
Whose spirit hoof-beats storm above his grave,
Above that breast of earth and prairie-fire—
Fire that freed the slave.


Source: General William Booth Enters into Heaven and Other Poems (1913)

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Poet Vachel Lindsay 1879–1931

Subjects Heroes & Patriotism, Social Commentaries

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Originally appeared in Poetry magazine.

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