Vachel Lindsay

(November 10, 1879 – December 5, 1931 / Springfield, Illinois)

Lincoln

Poem by Vachel Lindsay

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.


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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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