林肯去了?谁统治西方的土地the Pacific to the Atlantic's brim ? And cold and nerveless lies the mighty hand That struck the fetters from the negro's limb. Lincoln is gone ? and now for ever still The gentle, manly, and the feeling heart And quench'd in might the endless will That never flinch'd from Duty's sternest part. The Negro mourns for him who wont to stand The foremost Champion in fair freedom's train; Who took the dusky Ethiope by the hand And from his forehead wiped the shameful stain. The gloomy Indian hears the tale with grief Of his Protector's dark untimely end ? And sternly sorrows for the Pale-face Chief, The red man's brother and his constant friend. Now anarchy and rest overwhelm In mid-career our lordly ship of state For Lincoln's hand no longer holds the helm To guide her passage through the fearful strait. His foresight deep, his judgment keen and cool, Would hush Sedition's voice and Discord's jar ? Oh! For another year of Lincoln's rule To blot the footprints of intestine war. But though we view the blank where late he stood Discharging fearlessly his country's trust, His name shall number with the great and good When his proud tomb has moulder'd in the dust. When dove-eyed peace shall have eternal birth, And spread Millennial bliss along our shore And all the nations of the smiling earth Shall learn the horrid art of war no more. Yes! we may search from Boston's busy street To far Nebraska's wide untrodden plain But no such man as Lincoln may we meet, Nor shall his country see his like again.