A spirit thund'red from a luminous cloud:
"This man crowns Lincoln's work. All Men! Rejoice."
Oh, had he read his bible where St. Paul,
Grown man, put off child things—or, had not smiled,
When told, strong Ego oft, is man grown child!
Look! Who sees not an Epoch's Angel Fall
From hope for earth, in Wilson's truth, beguiled
By second childhood's toys to play with thrall?