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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 God’s 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 — 
Fire that freed the slave.



Vachel Lindsay


Vachel Lindsay's other poems:
  1. The Merciful Hand
  2. Above the Battle’s Front
  3. To Buddha
  4. The Beggar’s Valentine
  5. St. Francis of Assisi


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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