Abraham Lincoln Poems

Abraham Lincoln Poems

The Rosa

You are young, and I am older;You are hopeful, I am not –Enjoy life, ere it grow colder –Pluck the roses ere they rot. Teach your beau to heed the lay –That sunshine soon is lost in shade –That now’s as good as any day –To take thee, Rosa, ere she fade.

The Bear Hunt

A wild-bear chace, didst never see?Then hast thou lived in vain.Thy richest bump of glorious glee,Lies desert in thy brain. When first my father settled here,‘Twas then the frontier line:The panther’s scream, filled night with fearAnd bears preyed on the swine. But wo for Bruin’s short lived fun,When rose the squealing cry;Now man and horse, …

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MY childhood’s home I see again,And sadden with the view; And still, as memory crowds my brain,There’s pleasure in it, too. O memory! thou midway world‘Twixt earth and paradise, Where things decayed and loved ones lostIn dreamy shadows rise, And, freed from all that’s earthly, vile,Seem hallowed, pure and bright, Like scenes in some enchanted …

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