Alfred H. Miles, ed. Women Poets of the Nineteenth Century. 1907.
By Twilight Hours. XI. President LincolnSarah Williams (Sadie) (18411868)
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Henceforth he is immortal—President,
Until the dead shall waken: none may know
His term of office now, nor how ’tis spent.
It reached its fitting climax when great Death
Herself stooped down to crown the victor’s brow,
And set the seal of silence on his breath.
He shines as calmly as some distant star,
Whose light these lower worlds of ours can reach,
While not a cloud doth e’er extend so far.
What monarch ever lay in state like this?
We dare not weep, we hear the angels sing,
Exultant, as they welcome him to bliss.”