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Edmund Clarence Stedman, ed. (1833–1908). An American Anthology, 1787–1900. 1900.

By Edmund ClarenceStedman

568 The Hand of Lincoln

LOOK on this cast, and know the hand

That 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,

Of fate before him unaware.

This was the hand that knew to swing

The axe—since thus would Freedom train

Her son—and made the forest ring,

And drove the wedge, and toiled amain.

Firm hand, that loftier office took,

A conscious leader’s will obeyed,

And, when men sought his word and look,

With steadfast might the gathering swayed.

No courtier’s, toying with a sword,

Nor minstrel’s, laid across a lute;

A chief’s, uplifted to the Lord

When all the kings of earth were mute!

The hand of Anak, sinewed strong,

The fingers that on greatness clutch;

Yet, lo! the marks their lines along

Of one who strove and suffered much.

For here in knotted cord and vein

I trace the varying chart of years;

I know the troubled heart, the strain,

The weight of Atlas—and the tears.

Again I see the patient brow

That palm erewhile was wont to press;

And now ’t is furrowed deep, and now

Made smooth with hope and tenderness.

For something of a formless grace

This moulded outline plays about;

A pitying flame, beyond our trace,

Breathes like a spirit, in and out,—

The love that cast an aureole

Round one who, longer to endure,

Called mirth to ease his ceaseless dole,

Yet kept his nobler purpose sure.

Lo, as I gaze, the statured man,

Built up from yon large hand, appears:

A type that 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!