lit I LINCOLN ROOM UNIVERSITY OF ILLINOIS LIBRARY MEMORIAL the Class of 1901 founded by HARLAN HOYT HORNER and HENRIETTA CALHOUN HORNER BY "PERCY MACKAYE The Ca.nterbury Pilgrims* c4 Comedy Fenris, the Wolf, A Tra.gedy Jeanne T>'Arc Sappho and Phaon The Scarecro^ Stillborn from laboring wombs of stark machines And all alike, With flange and spike To couple and dovetail and serve as means To cart more gold-dust on the commonvy^eal ; Not those : but such as breathe Yet of the trail, the redwood and the ranch. The gale-swept mountain and the prairie's sheen. And cities where the stars can still look in And leave their benediction : common men. Kindled by nature's awe to contemplation, And by her goads to courage ; not too vain [52] Of self, to show the clean knots in their grain, Blazed from the same great bole that grew Abe Lincoln's branch : Such be the men of whom we build our nation ! [53] XI IT) UT ^^ IS more than ours, as we are more Than yet the world dares dream. His stature grows With that illimitable state Whose sovereignty ordains no tribute shore And borderland of hate, But grounds its justice in the joy it sows. His spirit is still a power to emancipate Bondage — more base, being more insidious, [54] I Than serfdom — that cries out in the midst of us For virtue, born of opportunity, And manhood, weighed in honest human worth, And freedom, based in labor. He stands forth 'Mongst nations old — a new-world Abraham, The patriarch of peoples still to be. Blending all visions of the promised land In one Apocalypse. His voice is heard — Thrilling the moulder'd lintels of the past- In Asia ; old Thibet is stirred [55] With warm imaginings ; Ancestral China, 'mid her mysteries, Unmasks, and flings Her veils wide to the Occident ; the wand Of hope awakes prone Hierapolis ; Even by the straits of old that lo swam, The immemorial sultan, sceptreless, Stands awed ; and heartened by that bold success, Pale Russia rises from her holocaust. And still the emancipating influence, The secret power, the increasing truth, are his, [56] For they are ours : ours by the potencies Poured in our nation from the founts of time, Blending in us the mystic seeds of men, To sow them forth again For harvests more sublime Throughout the world. [57] XII X EAVE, then, that wonted grief Which honorably mourns its martyred dead, And newly hail instead The birth of him, our hardy shepherd chief. Who by green paths of old democracy Leads still his tribes to uplands of glad peace. As long as — out of blood and passion blind — Springs the pure justice of the reasoning mind, [58] And justice, bending, scorns not to obey Pity, that once in a poor manger lay, As long as, thraird by time's imperious will. Brother hath bitter need of brother, still His presence shall not cease To lift the ages toward his human excellence. And races yet to be Shall in a rude hut do him reverence And solemnize a simple man's nativity. [59] NOTE The dream of Lincoln, recounted in this poem, takes significance from its authenticity. Shortly before his death, Lincoln actually had this dream, and described it to a friend in words, -which the writer has closely followed on pages 38-41, The passage. To sleep, perchance to dream, Lincoln himself quoted in this connection. Cf. Norman Hapgood^s ** Abraham Lincoln, the Man of the People,'^ pages 405-406. It is perhaps worthy of mention that the words of Lincoln, italicized in the Ode, are also authentic, being usually verbatim his own. The book, referred to at the bottom of page 23, is of course "Uncle Tom^s Cabin.*' [6i] ( i ^'^ . * niniiuiinnniiimniniiimimninimiHunniimninmniimMnmiilnlll