TEN CENT POCKET SERIES NO. 351
Edited by E. Haldeman-Julius
MEMORIES OF LINCOLN
WALT WHITMAN
HALDEMAN-JULIUS COMPANY
GIRARD, KANSAS
[a]CONTENTS]
[FOREWORD]
[I. WHEN LILACS LAST IN THE DOORYARD BLOOM'D]
[II. O CAPTAIN! MY CAPTAIN!]
[III. HUSH'D BE THE CAMPS TODAY]
[IV. THIS DUST WAS ONCE THE MAN]
[LYRICS OF THE WAR]
[BEAT! BEAT! DRUMS!]
[COME UP FROM THE FIELDS FATHER]
[THE WOUND-DRESSER]
[SPIRIT WHOSE WORK IS DONE]
[ASHES OF SOLDIERS]
[PENSIVE ON HER DEAD GAZING]
[CAMPS OF GREEN]
He knew to bide his time,
And can his fame abide,
Still patient in his simple faith sublime,
Till the wise years decide.
Great captains, with their guns and drums.
Disturb our judgment for the hour,
But at last silence comes;
These all are gone, and, standing like a tower,
Our children shall behold his fame.
The kindly-earnest, brave, foreseeing man,
Sagacious, patient, dreading praise, not blame,
New birth of our new soil, the first American.