Not for him who has died full of honors and years,
Not for him who ascended fame’s ladder so high,
From the round at the top he has stepped to the sky:
It is blessed to go when so ready to die.”
OUR NATIONAL GRIEF.
The murder of Abraham Lincoln, President of the United States, on the 14th of April, 1865.
WRITTEN BY LAURA L. REES.
The drapery of death enshrouds,
In its dark, funereal pall,
Each quiet home. Its gloomy shade