Bowed By The Weight Of Centuries He

Lincoln, The Man Of The People

Defeat May Serve As Well As Victory To Shake The Soul And Let The Glory Out. When The Great Oak Is Straining In The Wind, The Boughs Drink In New Beauty And The Trunk Sends Down A Deeper Root On The Windward Side. Only The Soul That Knows The Mighty Grief Can Know The Mighty Rapture, Sorrows Come To Stretch Out Spaces In The Heart For Joy.

Only The Soul That Knows The Mighty Grief Can Know The Mighty Rapture. Sorrows Come To Stretch Out Spaces In The Heart For Joy.

He Fed His Spirit With The Bread Of Books

He Drew A Circle That Shut Me Out- Heretic , Rebel, A Thing To Flout. But Love And I Had The Wit To Win: We Drew A Circle And Took Him In ! From The Poem " Outwitted