We come, forgetting all our new-found powers,
The magic of the mastery that is ours,
The shoes of swiftness we may lightly wear,
And that fresh-captived Ariel of the air,
All, all that makes Man’s face to shine
With pride of conquest, flushing him as wine,—
We come, forgetting all, a little while
To look in Lincoln’s eyes,
So loving-sad, so kindly-wise;
To stand, as judged, before his patient smile;