Oration by Hon George Bancroft. Progress of the Funeral from New York to Albany.. Abraham Lincoln, an Horatian Ode by R. H. Stoddard........ 273 Abraham Lincoln, Foully Assassinated, April 14th, 1865, from HE filled the Nation's eye and heart, His towering figure, sharp and spare, His changing face what pen can draw? Pride found no idle space to spawn Her fancies in his busy mind; His worth-like health or air-could find No just appraisal till withdrawn. He was his Country's-not his own! He had no wish but for her weal; Nor for himself could think or feel But as a laborer for her throne. Her flag upon the heights of power, Charles G. Halpine. |