Lincoln Poem by Vachel Lindsay

Lincoln

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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.

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Vachel Lindsay

Vachel Lindsay

Springfield, Illinois
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