The Hand of Lincoln
The Hand of Lincoln
Look on this cast, and know the handThat bore a nation in its hold:
From this mute witness understand
What Lincoln was — how large of mould
The man who sped the woodman’s team,
And deepest sunk the ploughman’s share,
And pushed the laden raft astream,
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Lo, as I gaze, the statured man,
Built up from yon large hand, appears:
A type of Nature wills to plan
But once in all a people’s years.
What better than this voiceless cast
To tell of such a one as he,
Since through its living semblance passed
The thought that bade a race be free!
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See: Abraham Lincoln and the battles of the Civil War, Century Magazine, 1887, Vol. 2.