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Poem by Vachel Lindsay


Lincoln


Would I might rouse the Lincoln in you all, 
That which is gendered in the wilderness 
From lonely prairies and GodТs tenderness. 
Imperial soul, star of a weedy stream, 
Born where the ghosts of buffaloes still dream, 
Whose spirit hoof-beats storm above his grave, 
Above that breast of earth and prairie-fire Ч 
Fire that freed the slave.



Vachel Lindsay


Vachel Lindsay's other poems:
  1. The City That Will Not Repent
  2. What the Gray-Winged Fairy Said
  3. The Drunkards in the Street
  4. What the Ghost of the Gambler Said
  5. What the Miner in the Desert Said


Poems of the other poets with the same name:

  • John Cheney Lincoln ("The hour was on us; where the man?")
  • Madison Cawein Lincoln ("Yea, this is he, whose name is synonym")
  • Charles Halpine Lincoln ("He filled the Nation's eyes and heart")

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