The crowd was gone, and to the side Of Borglum's Lincoln, deep in awe, I crept. It seemed a mighty tide Within those aching eyes I saw. "Great heart," I said, "why grieve alway? The battle's ended, and the shout Shall ring forever and a day, -- Why sorrow yet, or darkly doubt?" "Freedom," I plead, "so nobly won For all mankind, and equal right, Shall with the ages travel on Till time shall cease, and day be night." No answer -- then; but up the slope, With broken gait, and hands in clench, A toiler came, bereft of hope, And sank beside him on the bench. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TRANSPOSITIONS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON SANTA FE SKETCHES by CARL SANDBURG MINIVER CHEEVY by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON GOD EVERYWHERE by ABRAHAM IBN EZRA THE HIRED MAN by EVA K. ANGLESBURG A CITY PIPER by MORRIS ABEL BEER INSUFFICIENCY (1) by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING ODE FOR AN AGRICULTURAL CELEBRATION by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY: OF FRIENDSHIP by CHARLES STUART CALVERLEY |