Daily Intelligencer

The Intelligencer.

Lincoln,
Conn. citizens, around his bier
And look upon him where he lies
Weep, freely without shame or fear,
These scalding tears which burn your eyes
Weep, lest your hearts should rend asunder
Never, since the world began,
Were such tears shed for any man
As these, which force themselves through rage and
pain,
By avarice madness,
By the black voids through thick our map
By our poet anodics of doubt and prayer,
By all our battles life, behold and swear:
O, by those tortured hands, chepred
Thickly oh my dctoa Io Kibbesioz akelotor
By buoker, frost and milde, Sdavedrod
Of on-bo braid, bot heed-d rot thoix rrca
By csrlh, JolKdrem ofiibety
Which pe was Goaddiar to reality
Who let, the demib-woupd darkealds tbare
MurdtTei-bebo'd, add awea1
Swear by your own deep srier,
Swear by your Obristis, s etera bolier,
That he has pcriabod, Dot Io vaIp:
I bat trot bis Jose abmli srow
A srmi Jomotlel zaia
Tost The bese blow
Which kvelod bid eball e'e - poople free:
That toreo tbo cbsctles oa Hraroity-
Bbailispeo tbo blipd eiet
And trrak ibe:tabbora yill
Or1hort nhe hii dar- tut the rare ehell tr
hodteted, apd yorthy af Ihseacxidea
Cfbid WLo lieth bert, DeteneBod siill,
His york It eodsd, Ours is Rot reidooc
Dointa tipat Aoick that so oll brrop
He peiichsd for tbe Klabi: Je deyrc
To lve jot itt bbokd, sod swear