As a fitting and appropriate conclusion to this little book, and in keeping with the thoughts and incidents recorded in the last chapter, we insert the following poem, composed, as we are informed by the author, during the delivery of Mr. Bancroft’s celebrated eulogy, in the Hall of Representatives, on the first anniversary of the death of Mr. Lincoln:
ABRAHAM LINCOLN—ANNIVERSARY POEM.
BY U. J. BAXTER.
[Written April 14, 1866.]
What troubled woe
Speaks to a nation of her glories slain?
What sudden grief tells of our glories slain?
Whose paricidal blow
Has struck her heart and filled her cup of pain?
Why sound the bells