The Eyes of Lincoln
Sad eyes, that were patient and tender, sad eyes,
that were steadfast and true, and Warm with the un-
changing splendor of courage no ills could subdue!
Eyes dark with the dread of the morrow, and woe
for the day that was gone, the sleepless companions
of sorrow, the watchers that witnessed the dawn.
Eyes tired with the clamor and goading, and dim
from the stress of the years, and hollowed by pain
and foreboding, and strained by repression of tears.
Sad eyes that were wearied and blighted, by visions
of sieges and wars, now watch o'er a country united
from the luminous slopes of the stars!