AUL LAWRENCE DUNBAR, born of negro par

Pants at Dayton, Ohio, June 27, 1872. Was gradu

ated at the Dayton High School in 1891, and since then has devoted himself to literature and journalism. He has written Oak and Ivy (poems); Lyrics of Lowly Life (poems), and The Uncalled (a novel). Since 1898 he has been on the staff of the Librarian of Congress.

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LINCOLN

URT was the Nation with a mighty wound,
And all her ways were filled with clam'rous
sound.

Wailed loud the South with unremitting grief,
And wept the North that could not find relief.
Then madness joined its harshest tone to strife:
A minor note swelled in the song of life

Till, stirring with the love that filled his breast,
But still, unflinching at the Right's behest
Grave Lincoln came, strong-handed, from afar,—
The mighty Homer of the lyre of war!

"Twas he who bade the raging tempest cease,
Wrenched from his strings the harmony of peace,
Muted the strings that made the discord,-Wrong,
And gave his spirit up in thund'rous song.
Oh, mighty Master of the mighty lyre!

Earth heard and trembled at thy strains of fire:
Earth learned of thee what Heaven already knew,
And wrote thee down among her treasured few!

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LICE CARY was born in Mount Healthy, near Cincinnati, Ohio, April 20, 1820. Her first book of poems, with her sister Phoebe, was published in 1850. Her poems and prose writings were pictures from life and nature, among which were Pictures of Memory, Mulberry Hill, Coming Home and Nobility. She died at her home in New York City, February 12, 1871. This poem is inscribed to the London Punch.

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ABRAHAM LINCOLN

O glittering chaplet brought from other lands!
As in his life, this man, in death, is ours;

His own loved prairies o'er his "gaunt, gnarled
hands,"

Have fitly drawn their sheet of summer flowers!

What need hath he now of a tardy crown,

His name from mocking jest and sneer to save
When every plowman turns his furrow down
As soft as though it fell upon his grave?

He was a man whose like the world again

Shall never see, to vex with blame or praise; The landmarks that attest his bright, brief reign, Are battles, not the pomps of gala days!

The grandest leader of the grandest war
That ever time in history gave a place,-
What were the tinsel flattery of a star

To such a breast! or what a ribbon's grace!

'Tis to th' man, and th' man's honest worth,
The Nation's loyalty in tears upsprings;
Through him the soil of labor shines henceforth,
High o'er the silken broideries of kings.

The mechanism of eternal forms

The shifts that courtiers put their bodies through— Were alien ways to him: his brawny arms

Had other work than posturing to do!

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OSE TERRY COOKE was born in West Hartford, Connecticut, February 17, 1827. Graduated at Hartford Female Seminary in 1843. She has written many short stories and a number of books of poems.