James Oppenheim, in his poem in praise of the Lincoln child, says,
“Oh, to pour our love through deeds——
To be as Lincoln was!
That all the land might fill its daily needs
Glorified by a human cause!
Then were America a vast World-Torch
Flaming a faith across the dying earth,
Proclaiming from the Atlantic’s rocky porch
That a New World was struggling at the Birth!”
James Whitcomb Riley, writing of Lincoln, the boy, says in the last stanza: