S. E. Kiser ended a centennial poem with the following stanza:
“Lo, where the feet of Lincoln passed, the earth
Is sacred. Where he knelt we set a shrine!
Oh, to have pressed his hand! That had sufficed
To make my children wonder at my worth——
Yet, let them glory, since their land and mine
Hath reared the greatest martyr after Christ!”
Virginia Boyle, in her poem for the Philadelphia Brigade Association, said in two of her stanzas:
“No trumpet blared the word that he was born,