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richard mitchley - james russell lowell - abraham lincoln كلمات أغنية

such was he, our martyr_chief
whom late the nation he had led
with ashes on her head
wept with the passion of an angry grief:
forgive me, if from present things i turn
to speak what in my heart will beat and burn
and hang my wreath on his world_honored urn
nature, they say, doth dote
and cannot make a man
save on some worn_out plan
repeating us by rote:
for him her old world moulds aside she threw
and, choosing sweet clay from the breast
of the unexhausted west
with stuff untainted shaped a hеro new
wise, steadfast in thе strength of god, and true
how beautiful to see
once more a shepherd of mankind indeed
who loved his charge, but never loved to lead;
one whose meek flock the people joyed to be
not lured by any cheat of birth
but by his clear_grained human worth
and brave old wisdom of sincerity!
they knew that outward grace is dust;
they could not choose but trust
in that sure_footed mind’s unfaltering sk!ll
and supple_tempered will
that bent like perfect steel to spring again and thrust
his was no lonely mountain_peak of mind
thrusting to thin air o’er our cloudy bars
a sea_mark now, now lost in vapors blind
broad prairie rather, genial, level_lined
fruitful and friendly for all human kind
yet also nigh to heaven and loved of loftiest stars
nothing of europe here
or, then, of europe fronting mornward still
ere any names of serf and peer
could nature’s equal scheme deface;
here was a type of the true elder race
and one of plutarch’s men talked with us face to face
i praise him not; it were too late;
and some innative weakness there must be
in him who condescends to victory
such as the present gives, and cannot wait
safe in himself as in a fate
so always firmly he:
he knew to bide his time
and can his fame abide
still patient in his simple faith sublime
till the wise years decide
great captains, with their guns and drums
disturb our judgment for the hour
but at last silence comes;
these all are gone, and, standing like a tower
our children shall behold his fame
the kindly_earnest, brave, foreseeing man
sagacious, patient, dreading praise, not blame
new birth of our new soil, the first american

- richard mitchley

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