Still unabated, he has fallen asleep:
Yet not by God’s behest. Like Absalom
He fell by violence: a nation mourns,
And will not be consoled, as David mourned
For Absalom, his son. As Rachel wept
Her children, for they were not, so America
Weeps for thy fate, our father and our friend;
And cries: “My father, Lincoln, would that I
Could die for thee, my father, Abraham!
Abraham, my father, would that I could die